This past weekend was, apparently, the comment on Princess Moonbeam's appearance! weekend for complete strangers.
Now, let me be perfectly clear on this. I'm pretty used to complete strangers coming up and asking me about my clothing, why I'm dressed the way I am, am I going to a party, and so on. I freely admit I Do Not Look Like Everyone Else; not only that, but I work pretty hard at Not Looking Like Everyone Else. My eccentric wardrobe is my hobby, thankyouverymuch.
Over the weekend, three different little old ladies asked me if I was from Teatro Zinzani. Wha? Does anyone know if the current ad campaign for that features someone wearing a top hat?
On Saturday, while at the MAC cosmetics counter in Bel Square, a flock of teenage girls stared at me (which is normal, in my world), then walked over to me. One of them grabbed my hair and said, "Ohmigod, your hair is so long! Is it real?" I gently removed my hair from her clutches and said "Yes, it is." Thankfully, she and her little friends were then distracted by something and wandered off without asking any more questions or grabbing anything else.
On Sunday, I walked to the local thrift store. I took my usual route, which means I get to walk through the little neighborhood park. Since it was a sunny day, the park was full of families, and a bunch of young boys practicing soccer. As I walked by one family, I heard "And she's a devil worshipper!" while the man uttering this statement was pointing at me. (I'm pretty sure he didn't intend me to hear him, but it's amazing what you can hear people say when you're only about 10 feet away from them.) I'm used to (and amused by) people calling me a witch; 'devil worshipper', however, kinda bugs. Mostly because it seems a touch more disapproving and harassing than 'witch', and more suggestive of a mob of angry villagers just waiting to break out the pitchforks and torches.
I kept walking, which took me past the practicing soccer team. One young man, standing on the fringes of the practice, decided to yell "Hey, Halloween was two weeks ago!" I turned, smiled at him, and took two steps off the path toward him. He bolted toward the rest of his teammates, so I kept walking. (Honestly, all I was going to do was point out to him that Halloween was rather more than two weeks past, and that he probably needed to start paying more attention in school.)
I'm hoping the rest of my week isn't filled with more of these sorts of incidents. Of course, hoping isn't going to keep me from being wary ...
Now, let me be perfectly clear on this. I'm pretty used to complete strangers coming up and asking me about my clothing, why I'm dressed the way I am, am I going to a party, and so on. I freely admit I Do Not Look Like Everyone Else; not only that, but I work pretty hard at Not Looking Like Everyone Else. My eccentric wardrobe is my hobby, thankyouverymuch.
Over the weekend, three different little old ladies asked me if I was from Teatro Zinzani. Wha? Does anyone know if the current ad campaign for that features someone wearing a top hat?
On Saturday, while at the MAC cosmetics counter in Bel Square, a flock of teenage girls stared at me (which is normal, in my world), then walked over to me. One of them grabbed my hair and said, "Ohmigod, your hair is so long! Is it real?" I gently removed my hair from her clutches and said "Yes, it is." Thankfully, she and her little friends were then distracted by something and wandered off without asking any more questions or grabbing anything else.
On Sunday, I walked to the local thrift store. I took my usual route, which means I get to walk through the little neighborhood park. Since it was a sunny day, the park was full of families, and a bunch of young boys practicing soccer. As I walked by one family, I heard "And she's a devil worshipper!" while the man uttering this statement was pointing at me. (I'm pretty sure he didn't intend me to hear him, but it's amazing what you can hear people say when you're only about 10 feet away from them.) I'm used to (and amused by) people calling me a witch; 'devil worshipper', however, kinda bugs. Mostly because it seems a touch more disapproving and harassing than 'witch', and more suggestive of a mob of angry villagers just waiting to break out the pitchforks and torches.
I kept walking, which took me past the practicing soccer team. One young man, standing on the fringes of the practice, decided to yell "Hey, Halloween was two weeks ago!" I turned, smiled at him, and took two steps off the path toward him. He bolted toward the rest of his teammates, so I kept walking. (Honestly, all I was going to do was point out to him that Halloween was rather more than two weeks past, and that he probably needed to start paying more attention in school.)
I'm hoping the rest of my week isn't filled with more of these sorts of incidents. Of course, hoping isn't going to keep me from being wary ...
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*ahem*
Anyway: no, I don't think there's anything Going On to encourage such rudeness. And I don't think *you* have changed. That leaves - yes, wait for it - a DEGENERATING GENERAL SOCIETY. *gasp*
Say it ain't so, Alex!
I'm verrrrrry bitter today. Shall we dance on Wednesday, m'dear?
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Perhaps I should appear in the park some afternoon when the soccer players are playing, and if one of them looks at me, I'll just whisper, loudly, "She doesn't worship the devil - but *I* do, and she's my FRIEND."
And see what they do.
Probably call the cops, and you'll end up being watched by Bad People with Guns(TM), so I won't. But it's a charmingly UNPLEASANT idea.
Oh - I talked to a Mrs. Greenlaw today, and immediately thought of you and the ticking hatbox.
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My makeup isn't even outlandish by any sort of standard. And still, the rude comments. Strangers touching your hair is completely weird, I think transcending rude into a total ignorance of you being another human. So weird. I wouldn't have dealt with it so well.
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Adults most often just smile and say it looks like this is the color my hair is supposed to be, which makes me really happy.
Other than the hair, though, I blend pretty easily so don't in any way have to deal with the pointing and whispering you have to deal with.
Honestly, your dress makes me smile, it's happy-making and makes me want to clap and say "well-done!" Although, that's probably just as rude.
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Clue Two was this line: "(Honestly, all I was going to do was point out to him that Halloween was rather more than two weeks past, and that he probably needed to start paying more attention in school.)"
The Clue-inator mocks you.
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But you're right. I've been noticing the same things.
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There's a reasonably current poster featuring a man wearing black, with a hat that might be a top hat, and a monocle.
I suppose this could be taken as a sign that my old boss, who got moved to TZ full-time after my contract ended, has succeeded in raising TZ's visibility.
Those other incidents, though...wow. Though I confess to being rather amused that the soccer player fled when you turned in his direction. Silly boy.
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Ah, but this seems to be the case. It's happening, and it seems to be getting creepier by the week. It's dumb out there.
What I've been getting - in black tights, MaryJanes, plain black skirt, black sweater, scarf, Coach bag, brown hair pulled back, light pink nail polish & lipgloss, BCBG sunglasses - is, "Where are you FROM?"
Uh. From?
"Insular" is one word for it.
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(Is wearing jeans right now...)
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Seriously,
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I don't suppose you know...
I'm not making this up. :)
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We have nine zillion things on furnaces for you, BTW.
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I'm sorry you had to deal with a plethora of idiocy in such a short time frame. The level of shameless rudeness seems to have carried over to today nicely. Must be that "3 day holiday" thing, which does not apply if one works retail. Being stuck at the ass-end of hell today was truly a treat.
Hopefully the ignorant hordes will calm down once they realise that they are experiencing "spring", and not Halloween.
Gah.