Keep It To Yourself

An old dude stopped me on my way into the grocery store the other day.

Keep in mind I had headphones in and was in full-on “you don’t see me, leave me alone” mode. I was not making eye contact. My chin was up, I was woman-on-a-mission walking.

He saw me. He stopped me, on purpose. He waited for me to pop out an earbud before saying: “You’ve got some blue in your hair,” and smiled at his own cleverness.

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I’ve read posts (and listened to actual words coming from actual mouths) from friends wondering if they should tell a stranger that their clothes are unflattering for their body shape/size, or sharing how someone else should have checked their clothes / hair before they left the house.

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I just watched Deadpool talk about inclusiveness and champion against sexism and racism while making cheap diabetes jokes at the expense of a fat kid.

So I started writing about judgmental people and how our media creates both comedy and horror based solely on “otherness,” how the internet has removed our instinct to mind our own business — and then realized I was doing exactly what I was angry about. 

So I’m going to just leave these here, and go mind my own business.