Today, I had lunch at a Dominican restaurant with two good friends, V and E, after an early dismissal from a class. We ate the underpriced overfilled plates of arroz, habichuelas, y pollo gizado. And in that hour, we did the Latina thing: contar chisme three-quarters of the time. In between mouthfuls and gossip, we started talking about girls in the current generation and their early development. In other words, a lot of the young girls nowadays look older than the young women in my generation. I can’t count the times I’ve met a high school freshman who looks older than me, a college student. Their chests bea my 34B out of the ballpark. V brought up the good point that one reason for the fast development is the hormones in fastfood. It’s so true! When I pass by McDonald’s, I only see teens in their stuffing their already full stomachs. When I’m in the train, there is always a teenager chumping away on some Lay’s or Doritos. And all this fastfood has so many hormones and preservatives that the human body is not use to. We’re supposed to be eating fruits, veggies, and meat (food from the earth or made by God’s hands), not chemicals that the average Joe can’t read.
Then E brought up the topic of men who say such disgusting pick up lines to women, especially to these overdeveloped girls. There’s so many Latinos who say such perverse things to women because:
(A) they’re mad that the targeted female hasn’t succumb to his “charm”
(B) they actually think they’ll get some a** by saying such private things.
E brought up the example of her neighbor, who’s 15 and thick (therefore beats my pair of 34B). She’s often harrased by these perverted men. Some guy even said “Come to me baby. I’ll make you cum 5 times straight.” Excuse my language but what kind of sh** is that!!!!! How can a grown man say that to a kid.
When E talked about her neighbor and the disrespect she gets from the men on her block, it brought back so many memories. There have been so many men who never let their age stop them from making inappropiate comments to a woman who can be their daughter or granddaughter. And when I defend myself, I’m called a puta. Now does that make any sense? I’m making it harder for them, and they’re calling me easy.
“Girl, you better get some meat on them bones for me jump ‘em.”
“Oh girl. Keep on walkin’ and I’ll keep on lookin’”
I especially hate the last one “Pss, Psss!” I want to say to every man (may he be Latino, Asian, European, white, or African) I AM NOT A DOG!!! I should not be called in such manner because the only time I hear people doing such a sound (outside of the pick up line setting) is when they’re calling a squirrel or dog to feed it some scraps.
Now some women are okay with men saying things like that because “it lets us know that we’re sexy.” But ladies, we shouldn’t need the opinion of men. We should be comfortable in our skin without any approval or disapproval from anyone, including the opposite sex.
For all you disrespecting males and women who know where I’m coming from, here’s a poem for you:
Mamita, why a hot thing like you is alone?
I’m not your mother.
Lier, lier. Pants on fire.
Your eyes are the stars illuminating my night.
Err. Please try again.
Your eyes are the diamonds forgotten in the mines.
Your skin is the gold illuminating the island you wish you can return to.
And your mind is the grains of sand in the beach we love to feel,
Imperfect yet stars longing for the tide.
I love you.
The words you say are like the stars in the sky,
Small in appearance,
Great in size.
Nigga, aint that a song?
You’re the cutest thing I ever did see.
Gee, I never knew I was like Fluffy.
Girl, you so sexy.
You make me want only you.
Quit tryin’ to get some ass.