Lesson from the creepy guy walking down the sidewalk:

Today, I unintentionally locked eyes with a dude who had been very intensely starring at my face the entire time we shared the sidewalk. I feel very small when I get stared down or cat-called. Frazzled, extremely anxious that my entire space is being invaded and I had no say in it. So you'll imagine my terror when I lock eyes with creepy-blue-eyes.

But then, as he's about to pass me- walking the opposite direction and mantaining eye contact- he makes a fart noise. A surprising, full on, Grown Man raspberry. Of course, I immediately "WTF, Dude"-ed him, but as we walked away I laughed, realizing it was pure genius!

I needed a new tool to handle my cat-calling distress. Telling people to f*ck off is getting old and makes me feel worse. So, should you get stared down while being your badd self, stare back, and give the fart noise a try. It's a great and simple way to disarm the patriarchy.

Thank you, creepy sidewalk man.

#CatCallingHacks

Today's TBT #BlackLivesMatter

REAL LIFE LOS ANGELES TRAIN (yes): 5 o'clock to Culver City. FEROCIOUS BUSINESS WOMAN: 40's, black, French cuffs, Louboutins, red reading glasses, French twist. PRISCILA watching Wesley T. Jones' latest video (on latest shootings), sans headphones. Proud.

PRISCILA: Oh my. FEROCIOUSNESS: That your friend? PRISCILA: Yes, ma'am. FEROCIOUSNESS: Hm. You in your twenties? PRISCILA: (I nod) 22.

(I repost, open up NPR App on my phone) FEROCIOUSNESS takes off her reading glasses, places them on her head. Holds her hand to her mouth. Then chin. Inhales.

FEROCIOUSNESS: Let me ask you something. Did you just move here? PRISCILA: (smiles) what makes you say that? Indeed, I just did. FEROCIOUSNESS: Hm. We don't see bodies like yours around here much anymore. Girls come out here and disappear. PRISCILA: I'm sorry, I... Boys are getting shot and you want to talk to me about the circumference of my thighs? FEROCIOUSNESS: They're related. PRISCILA: Oh yeah? FEROCIOUSNESS: You want truth?

FEROCIOUSNESS: You see mama, whenever a girl loses another damn pound or straightens her hair or changes the way her mama taught her to make a meal, they're bleaching our histories and burying our bones and the STRUCTURES THEY COME IN six feet underground. Execution all around. Where you from? PRISCILA: (breath) Colombia. FEROCIOUSNESS: Hm. (Puts glasses back on, gathers her Prada, Newspaper, and takeout, stands) I lost my two brothers to Chicago and then I moved out here. I was twenty-five. Whenever they shoot another brown boy, they're also shooting at your curves and at the language you speak when you call your home. So yes baby, when I see you I say to myself, "she better keep 'em thighs strong." Stay blessed, child.

Train stops. FEROCIOUSNESS nods, and steps off.