smile, you bitch: being a woman in 2015
Nora McInerny Purmort

Sometimes I don’t mind being noticed on the street, but most of the time I strive to be invisible. Like, I don’t leave the house alone in a dress, skirt or a tight top because I’m scared of dudes, even if they’re not acting on what they’re thinking. If I’m dressed down-invisible and someone tells me to smile, I’ll make eye contact because I know it’s meant to be friendly , but I won’t engage, not a f’n chance— — but still. Respecting strangers in public space is just the right thing to do and I’d rather be respected, because I respect others. It’s sad that all men have to feel like they might be perceived as rapey monsters and that women can’t speak out on the internet, but case in point. Outing the rapey monsters. Point made.