I’m really sorry that I’m about to get a bit side-tracked here, and have a slight rant, but I am pretty angry/creeped out. (This rant has taken the place of any outfit commentary today, save the last paragraph, and for that I do apologise, I’m just really annoyed aha).
So, when I went out to take these pictures today I took my tripod, as Ella and Adam were out, and set up in our usual photo-taking spot. Now, some of you may recall that some time ago I had a run in with some men from the Conservative Mens’ Club, whilst I was taking pictures. Well basically, the same happened again, but it was worse and I’m just getting pretty sick of it. You see, their ‘smoking conservatory’ (is that even a legal thing?) overlooks our flat’s car park where we take our blog pictures, and when I came outside, there was no one in it. So I set up my camera and started snapping away quite happily, until I turned to the side and saw that a large group of men were now gawping at me through the conservatory glass. I’m getting better with taking pictures around people now, and usually acknowledging them makes them go away/stop staring. Sadly, not in this case. Once they knew that I had noticed them, the men started banging on the glass, shouting, making faces at me, you know, the usual unimaginative (almost animalistic?!) creepy bullshit. One then proceeded to get his phone out and either take repeated pictures or record a video of me. This is the thing that really weirded me out, and then the fact that two more of them came outside and started taking pictures too, so I turned round and yelled ‘WHAT?!’ at them.
…not my most articulate of arguments I must admit, but I was so shocked at how these men, who were old enough to have a daughter my age, were acting. But instead of getting any explanation or muttered apology, all the men just burst out laughing, and started taking the piss and berating me. I can’t honestly say that I would’ve expected much more from them, but…ergh. It just made me shudder.
They stayed around until I got my keys out of my bag, and then they all just went back inside. HOW PREDICTABLE. Ha.
So now what? I’m in a position where I can’t take pictures on a Sunday in the flat car park because of the mens’ club, and some old bastards that have nothing better to do than get pissed? That’s not okay- just because I’m a female and I had my legs out I was made to feel uncomfortable and actually pretty sick at myself. They were acting like I deserved these looks, the pictures, the comments, and it made me believe it too, until I got inside and calmed down a bit.
But I had no reason to feel like that towards myself? I’d done nothing wrong here- it’s a warm day (the first in a good while, might I add), so I don’t think it’s out of the question for me to be wearing shorts. That aside, I can wear whatever I please- NO MATTER WHAT I WEAR IT SHOULD NOT BE AN INVITATION FOR LEWD COMMENTS/GENERAL PERVERSE BEHAVIOUR. Sigh.
All in all, I’m just creeped out that some sad, pervy bloke old enough to be my father has several pictures of me on his phone, and wanted to rant, ha.
Moral of the story is that I shall be finding somewhere new to take my pictures to avoid these men, but I shouldn’t be in a situation where I’m having to do that.
Have any of you guys ended up in this sort of situation? I’d love to know if you have, and how you handled it etc.!
Anyway, on a side note, these shorts and insaaaane. The skeleton pelvis is hand drawn by my amazingly talented bestie Ella, and she’s selling two pairs like this on her asos marketplace here. It’s also worth checking out her facebook page, because she can do commissions where she’ll draw whatever you want on some shorts and the like ^.^.