Yesterday I sat in my car charging my phone because I’d left the wall charger at home when we went to Boston, and I was listening to an interview with Lev Grossman on NPR, and putting on lip gloss, because I’m a multi-tasker. I’d lowered the visor mirror so I could wipe off the excess lip gloss, and the window was open because it wasn’t sticky-hot yet, and some dude walking by said “you’re not that good looking, don’t worry about it.” He was just some normal-looking guy, middle-aged, carrying a gym bag. He was smirking when I turned to see who was talking to me.
I told Bret I thought it was a nonsensical comment because if you’re not good looking, all the more reason to worry about getting your makeup right. Anyway, I know it was dumb and not to take it personally, but it bothered me more than I would have expected. I don’t understand going out of your way to be mean to a random stranger. I don’t understand some men’s entitlement to comment on women’s physical appearance.
Anyway, to end this story on a positive note, later that day when I was holding a friend’s 2 month old baby, she asked if I had nieces and nephews because I was such a “natural” with kids, so the day more than balanced out on compliments vs insults. And I played ponies with an adorably bossy four-year-old girl who said things like “no time to waste!” and “when you’re done with your chit chat, I have to show you the good hiding place” and “go get that boy you’re married to to play ring around the rosie with us.”