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Aug. 23rd, 2004 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixiecrinkleSo 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
automat76's bathroom. :-)
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. :-)
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Date: 2004-08-23 04:36 pm (UTC)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. :-)