Hawthorne
07-07-2008, 09:13 AM
It doesn't quite go in the letters thread, or at least I'm bad with that format.
Rant Part 1: Over the past few years we have been re-landscaping our yard. We tore out huge yews in the front to put in flowers. Tony did the brunt of the bush removal, I am doing the part that I truly love and enjoy- the gardening. I was raised helping my mother and learning what the different species of flowers are, and quickly learned that I LOVE the peace of sitting in the yard working in the dirt. It's so calming to me.
Male passersby often comment that I shouldn't be doing that kind of work. (being a delicate female and all?) They ask why my husband isn't out helping me, I tell them he's more brains than brawn (and should I start adding that brains are far sexier to me?). I have always perceived this as a subtle form of flirtation and... it annoys the hell out of me.
Rant Part 2: So the most recent guy to do this is someone my dad's age. He has stopped to brag about being a Vietnam Vet and Green Beret (which is great, I would love talking to him about that, if he didn't give me the vibe that he's hitting on me), he brags about his children (who must be my age), he asks me where my husband is to help me, and then tells me how HE loves the outdoors. Okay, great. Good for you. I'm friendly towards him.
Then a couple of days later, I'm out in my yard and as I'm coming around the side of the house, I hear someone walking down the sidewalk yelling racial obscenities. I am really confused momentarily, and think, oh whoever this is walking down the street isn't going to say anything else because they see that I'm out (embarrassment, right?). Um, no. It's Mr. Green Beret and as he gets closer to me, he offers another version of his original statement conversationally to ME. I told him that I didn't appreciate what he was saying and he says "those GD N____ers robbed me!" I said, "I'm sorry you were robbed, but it has nothing to do with the color of someone's skin." And he starts to ARGUE with me again! Well, Lewis is standing up on the front steps and so I said, "Look, don't talk that way in front my kids!"
*Head down* and a quick "Yes, Ma'am." and he walks away. LOL
WOW you JACKASS! Way to make friends! Tony pointed out that it's not terribly wise to go yelling those things down the street, since you never know who's around the corner. :rofl:
This is driving me crazy, sometimes I love my neighborhood and other times I hate it. I go out to relax and plant my flowers and there are always these confrontations with weirdos. I already stopped going out when the people at the building next door are there because of the commentary, now I'm starting to wonder about my weekends.
Rant Part 1: Over the past few years we have been re-landscaping our yard. We tore out huge yews in the front to put in flowers. Tony did the brunt of the bush removal, I am doing the part that I truly love and enjoy- the gardening. I was raised helping my mother and learning what the different species of flowers are, and quickly learned that I LOVE the peace of sitting in the yard working in the dirt. It's so calming to me.
Male passersby often comment that I shouldn't be doing that kind of work. (being a delicate female and all?) They ask why my husband isn't out helping me, I tell them he's more brains than brawn (and should I start adding that brains are far sexier to me?). I have always perceived this as a subtle form of flirtation and... it annoys the hell out of me.
Rant Part 2: So the most recent guy to do this is someone my dad's age. He has stopped to brag about being a Vietnam Vet and Green Beret (which is great, I would love talking to him about that, if he didn't give me the vibe that he's hitting on me), he brags about his children (who must be my age), he asks me where my husband is to help me, and then tells me how HE loves the outdoors. Okay, great. Good for you. I'm friendly towards him.
Then a couple of days later, I'm out in my yard and as I'm coming around the side of the house, I hear someone walking down the sidewalk yelling racial obscenities. I am really confused momentarily, and think, oh whoever this is walking down the street isn't going to say anything else because they see that I'm out (embarrassment, right?). Um, no. It's Mr. Green Beret and as he gets closer to me, he offers another version of his original statement conversationally to ME. I told him that I didn't appreciate what he was saying and he says "those GD N____ers robbed me!" I said, "I'm sorry you were robbed, but it has nothing to do with the color of someone's skin." And he starts to ARGUE with me again! Well, Lewis is standing up on the front steps and so I said, "Look, don't talk that way in front my kids!"
*Head down* and a quick "Yes, Ma'am." and he walks away. LOL
WOW you JACKASS! Way to make friends! Tony pointed out that it's not terribly wise to go yelling those things down the street, since you never know who's around the corner. :rofl:
This is driving me crazy, sometimes I love my neighborhood and other times I hate it. I go out to relax and plant my flowers and there are always these confrontations with weirdos. I already stopped going out when the people at the building next door are there because of the commentary, now I'm starting to wonder about my weekends.