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[pixiecrinkle]

So this woman sitting next to me at Sbarro kept staring at me. She had to turn her body and head 90 degrees from her party to do so, but she kept doing it. It was freaking me out, so I propped my book up.

It was Barbara Seaman's "The Greatest Experiment Ever Performed on Women: Exploding the Estrogen Myth." The long title didn't exactly discourage her staring, but rather made her squint to try to read it.

I'm really thinking I need to have some sort of pornographic dust jacket with me at all times, just for situations like this. Or maybe I'll steal "Pony Girls At Sea" out of automat76's bathroom. :-)

Comments

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you could carry a dust jacket with the title "Creative Revenge on People Who Won't Stop Staring at You".

[xaviermusketeer.livejournal.com]

If it was me, I probably would have lashed out with a loud, "WHAT?"

[pixiecrinkle.livejournal.com]

See, but I'm practicing my zen-like ability to seem like I'm ignoring anything, when actually I'm not.

[red-frog.livejournal.com]

One time out at a restaurant I noticed that the women at the next table were openly staring at my companion, but not looking in her eyes and didn't seem to be looking at her face.

Turned out that they were trying to read her "Neuromancy for Dummies" T-shirt. We explained. They didn't know who Cthulu was.

Even in the Bay Area, you don't expect women to be blatantly staring at another woman's breasts. :D

[pixiecrinkle.livejournal.com]

Ha!

I get the same thing in my WWJJD shirt. (What Would Joan Jett Do?) I once even got dirty looks from a little hipster girl who made some comment about how Christians weren't cool enough to be eating in her sushi restaurant.

Of course, what works in either of those cases, is my friend Beth's shirt, which says "Stop Staring at my Breasts" in very small, hard to read print. :-)