Please Note: The following is a guest post from S. W. Atwell. — Paul Sunstone
I recently had a Liberated-Chicks-Take-Shit-From-No-One moment. It happened on one of our busier downtown thoroughfares.
There I was, blatantly walking about without my burkah, when I only added to my insolence by reflexively smiling at a man as he approached me walking in the opposite direction. It was my closed-mouth friendly, urban midwestern smile. He told me I had a nice smile.
In a move worthy of Salome herself, I gave him my “Aren’t you nice, and thank you for saying so!” smile. That’s the bold smile, the one where I show actual teeth.
Then, he added: “You just wanna be with me right this moment, don’t you? Yeah, you just can’t stop yourself from wanting to climb all over me right here and now and–”
Whereupon I interrupted him by asking, “If I buy you a gun, will you promise to shoot yourself with it?”
© S. W. Atwell 2011