I must say that I am sad to see such as site. Of particular concern to me are the photographs of women wearing what I am sure they believe to be clothing that is sexy or provocative. It’s not hard to see where that belief comes from. I suspect that we are all guilty of at some time or another perpetuating the idea that in order to be sexy, women need to put on make-up and wear skimpy cloths. Women and men alike constantly consume products (many sold at Wal-Mart) and use speech, and act in ways that make this belief (less clothing = sexy) a part of daily life for women. To then turn around and mock women for attempting to live up to “sexy standards,” is something I don’t find funny. I hope that as you grow you’ll stop finding it funny too.
I needed to go to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things, and decided to take my 2 year old daughter with me. Earlier that day she had doused herself in my perfume, but I didn’t have time to give her a bath before we left, so when we arrived at Wal-Mart she reeked of Versace Crystal perfume. 10 minutes into our trip after cruising a few of the aisles and putting items in the cart, we came to the baking goods. I was selecting some nice raisins from the shelf when a gangster wannabe (dressed all in white, chains, hat on sideways with a bandana underneath it, skater shorts, and sneakers) wedged himself between my cart and the shelving apparatus. I said to my daughter “Oh, I guess this guy needs to get in here, lets move the cart.” at which point he asks me what kind of perfume I’m wearing. I told him the story about how my daughter doused herself in my perfume before we came and that that must be what he’s smelling. Then, in an over-the-top creepy sinister voice he says “No really, what kind of perfume is it? It makes me go all *insert awkward animal noise here*.” Then things went from bad to worse when he said “I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve been following you since the frozen food aisle, and I just wanted to see if you were wearing a ring or not.” At this point I plucked my daughter out of the cart and left the store.
While working third shift at Walmart during college, I witnessed an older woman come in around 3 am one night and grab an electric scooter. This was on a Saturday night / Sunday morning, and due to the blue laws where I was we had to shut down the beer cooler at midnight. The woman proceeded to the beer cooler and grabbed a six pack. For the next hour she drove around the store, on the scooter, drinking her beer. When we finally realized what she was doing we asked her to leave, at which time she stood up from the scooter and had urinated all over the seat. Good times.
So closing in on the home stretch to Christmas, my boys and I popped into the local Mulletmart, errr Walmart to pick up a couple of quick items for a meal. While standing in the express checkout line in which I was about the 3rd person in line, I notice this man in the front of the line chatting it up with the cashier. He pays for his groceries, then turns to the lady behind in and in front of me, and tells her “Here ma’am, let me pay for your groceries. Merry Christmas” and proceeds to give her $20. Nice gesture but I was wishing he had more for me but no such luck. Oh well.
Meanwhile while waiting for the lady to get her items rang up and for her to pay, I noticed the line had grown quite long behind me. All of a sudden in the very same line I had just watched a nice gesture at Christmas time, a lady screams out, “Get the fuck away from me or I’ll call the cops.” I turned around to notice some Malibu’s Most Wanted wanna be gangsta white guy slowly walking away from said lady looking like he just got punked hard in front of everyone. I turned around and just started laughing out loud. Where else could I watch a nice gesture by someone and in the same line a minute later watch a near beat down.