It’s been a while since I’ve been catcalled by some jackass in a passing car, but it just happened a while ago, and in front of where I work no less. <\/p>\n
I’d just ducked across the street to the little student coffee hutch in Bloomberg to get a bagel, since the cafeteria here was out by the time I got in. I was walking back toward the crosswalk when I heard a car behind me beep its horn and saw the driver motioning me to go ahead and cross. Most of the drivers here are friendly to pedestrians, probably because this being a university campus there are so many. Drivers that hate navigating a ton of pedestrian crosswalks have plenty of alternative routes. Anyway…so I start crossing and then I hear the passenger shout out something at me. I didn’t quite catch it, but the driver, a young guy looked really embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Probably, it was something like "Get a haircut!" which I got tired of sometime back in 1973. I thought I caught the word "hair…" anyway, but I’m still not sure. At work, I wear it in a ponytail that I’m pleased to say goes halfway down my back. Long hair is high maintenance stuff, and if I didn’t have the thing for long haired males that I do, mine would be as short now as as most other American males’ (alas, alas…). <\/p>\n
The point being, hair like this is work. It has to be brushed constantly…and after a nice drive in the countryside with the windows down and the moonroof open it’s a mass of knots I have to carefully detangle. Showers with me are three-fourths hair care and one-fourth the rest of me. When the conditioner I use suddenly goes missing on the store shelves I panic. I take pride in my hair. It may look unruly because it’s never cut, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get a lot of TLC. It gets tons. It’s my mane. Grey streaked now though it is. People have been known to enjoy running their fingers through it.\n<\/p>\n
So…Get Over It!<\/em><\/strong> <\/p>\n Last time I got catcalled was last summer while I was walking out of the Lambda Rising here in Baltimore’s little gay neighborhood. But that time it was "Nice ass!". "Nice ass!" is always welcome.\n<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s been a while since I’ve been catcalled by some jackass in a passing car, but it just happened a while ago, and in front of where I work no less. I’d just ducked across the street to the little student coffee hutch in Bloomberg to get a bagel, since the cafeteria here was out […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1218","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1218"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1218\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}