The good and the not so good
So, some days are good and somedays are bad wherever one may live, no? I tend to agree with my previous statement, but, I might add, good and bad are relative to the current situation.
Today began a little different than some days, but that has to do with roommate differences and knowing that I am being lied to...one cannot help such things...I will make do; but the other has to do with the social differences in the relationships between men and women in Italy (Florence, in particular). I have gotten my fair share of "Ciao, bella!" from the street vendors and random strangers as I make my way down one via or the other. One tends to get over and learn to ignore such a blatant cry for attention (especially because every girl likes to be called beautiful). But over the last week I have started to walk without making eye contact with the "gentleman callers." They don't like that so much. Today, one of them, after I didn't reply to his pathetic attempt at eye contact through his black sunglasses, called me a "bitch" after I passed. Can you imagine my disgust? I brushed it off the first time that it happened about a week ago, because the guy was kind of scheezy, but today it really got under my skin. It is just not polite and completely uncalled for. I shouldn't take it so personally, but after this trip I have really started to own my tendency to sway near the "old fashioned" way of thinking. So, to all of you that have ever said I dress too old for my age, or don't like that I get tired at 11pm on a Friday night, or don't share my views on personal relationships...begin to accept it. I want nothing more in life than to be like my Gramma, and if I were really doing that, I would have turned around to that name caller yesterday and told him to get a better life than selling cheap leather on the street of a dirty city and then maybe he would have a chance with some other girl, but not ever me. Then I would have walked directly to my favorite jewelry store and bought myself some gold earrings (she had style, friends). To the guys I know: Actions like that are pagan, full of cowardice, and lack any style or tact. Don't just be a gentleman, be a man.
Today began a little different than some days, but that has to do with roommate differences and knowing that I am being lied to...one cannot help such things...I will make do; but the other has to do with the social differences in the relationships between men and women in Italy (Florence, in particular). I have gotten my fair share of "Ciao, bella!" from the street vendors and random strangers as I make my way down one via or the other. One tends to get over and learn to ignore such a blatant cry for attention (especially because every girl likes to be called beautiful). But over the last week I have started to walk without making eye contact with the "gentleman callers." They don't like that so much. Today, one of them, after I didn't reply to his pathetic attempt at eye contact through his black sunglasses, called me a "bitch" after I passed. Can you imagine my disgust? I brushed it off the first time that it happened about a week ago, because the guy was kind of scheezy, but today it really got under my skin. It is just not polite and completely uncalled for. I shouldn't take it so personally, but after this trip I have really started to own my tendency to sway near the "old fashioned" way of thinking. So, to all of you that have ever said I dress too old for my age, or don't like that I get tired at 11pm on a Friday night, or don't share my views on personal relationships...begin to accept it. I want nothing more in life than to be like my Gramma, and if I were really doing that, I would have turned around to that name caller yesterday and told him to get a better life than selling cheap leather on the street of a dirty city and then maybe he would have a chance with some other girl, but not ever me. Then I would have walked directly to my favorite jewelry store and bought myself some gold earrings (she had style, friends). To the guys I know: Actions like that are pagan, full of cowardice, and lack any style or tact. Don't just be a gentleman, be a man.
posted by Unknown at 1:22 PM
4 Comments:
stupid boys. lets run off together and become nuns.
I do enjoy wearing black...
Oh, Allen! You make me feel so special even if you did forget my birthday.
Love,
The sister you will forever call "madame" and to whom you will bow as often as you come into her presence. (a.k.a. Gracious)
You figured it out! Congratulazione Mama!
Ti vedo in una settimana!
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