Traffic Lights & Other Observations|Why I’m an Idiot and Not a Very Polite Person Sometimes

To all of this, my mom’s repeated words to me, “Just let it go! Ish3alaich minhum?” What? Just let men stare at me because they feel it’s their divine right? And it’s not as if they find me attractive because my looks don’t appeal to the Kuwaiti, Middle Eastern, Indian, or Philipino (actually they don’t stare at all) man. I want to ask them, “Are you staring because you find me beautiful, or are you just attracted to all bipedal creatures with boobs?” Really, and I want to take notes when he’s answering my question, which he will initially regard as rhetorical but will realize that I’m waiting for an answer, pen in hand, to record his reply.

Mom, I’m starting to do some crazy shit. I’ve given back glares, stopped to ask if there was anything on me that wasn’t supposed to be, and done the ‘hmmm? did you say something?’ act. These men are really shameless and have no idea. So sorry, I can’t just let it go.