Leopard and Lace

Seriously, who turned up the bright? Today's a migraine type-a day, and everything is just SO bright and just SO loud. It has been difficult to focus my eyes on anything and those annoying little lights I see when I have a migraine rendered me incapable of reading and obtaining meaning.

Basically I just stared vacantly in class today.

Dress: Urban Outfitters (Lucca Couture)

Belt: H&M
Flats: Dolce Vita for Target

Bag: Vintage Dooney

Sun Glasses: Gucci

I wore my biggest sun glasses in an attempt to keep myself as protected from the sunny elements as possible... it actually kind of helped!

If you've ever spent time in a college town, you have probably been honked at while crossing the street. This happens a lot. Sometimes there are honks and other times things are yelled, sometimes vulgar, sometimes sweet.

For example: I have been called every derogatory word out there for women and been beseeched to "show my tits" and one such gentleman even requested I perform fellatio on him, but not in those terms... SWOON! But I have also had someone yell out the window that I was the woman they were going to marry, and one guy slowed down to an awkward speed to tell me that I was "the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen." Was he using hyperbole? OF COURSE. Does it beat that time I was called a whore when I was walking back to my dorm with groceries? Yup.

Anyway, my point? What is the point? What is the expected end result? I received not one, not two, but three cat calls while walking to school today, and it confused me. I mean how should one interpret that? I have been getting yelled at and honked at while walking around ASU's campus for seven years now, so I'm used to it, but still?

I have never yelled out the car window at a guy. I am sure it happens, but probably with nowhere NEAR the prevalence with which it happens to women.

And then, of course, I start to worry whether they were just being assholes and making fun of me because I am so obviously unattractive, but then I realize I don't give a shit if they think I am unattractive, but still, that would be mean and I hate knowing there are people like that in the world, but...

It goes on and on, which is why in seven years I have never ranted about this, I just tune it out. I just turn my iPod up as loud as it goes and figure they weren't yelling at me, even if I'm the only one around.

Ok, fwew, feels good to finally get all that out. Well, at least some of it out, I would really love to expound upon the gender roles aspect of this, but I have neither the energy nor the basic motor skills requisite of an intelligible discussion at this point.

But really, muh brains hurt. It's MEATLOAF NIGHT!!!! Yes, you read right... MEATLOAF NIGHT!!!! My baby daddy's coming over and we're going to finally have ourselves some loaf and 'tatoes and Butter Tastin'! Until then I'm going to hole up in my room with my Disney Princesses ice pack.

Sorry if this post was just plain strange. There are a lot of things "misfiring" in my head right now, and Lord only knows what I've ended up typing. I would reread it, but the white screen with the black letters is KILLING me... haha, I've just been watching my fingers this whole time.

But oh my GOODNESS, Howie! It's Friday tomorrow! I hope every single wonderful person who happens upon my blog has a lovely night!