Today was like a quadruple whammy with manoration, but I will just say this one other thing cuz it’s like so funny and crazy.  This one little short guy at work came up to me a few months ago and was like “why did you shave your head?”  Now i wear a hard hat at work, and it may appear that I have a shaved head what with my cutting edge attitude and non traditional career and all, but I like don’t have a shaved head- only a part is shaved.  So I said to the little guy ”I don’t have a shaved head.”  But of course he couldn’t hear me cuz I forgot I was being talked AT and not to and in those conversations- it’s a one way street. So the kid says with a kind of vacant glazed look in his eye “please tell me you shaved your head for cancer.”

Wait what? You hope I have cancer? You would rather I have cancer than to bare the thought of me shaving my head for reasons none other than ones of style and preference?  That is so confusing to me and nasty.  I told him “yo dude why do you have short hair? Cuz it’s easy and doesn’t get in the way and you don’t have to deal with it too much?” and he said “yeah” so I was like “yeah me too, it’s not that complicated.”  What an idiot. That same kid saw me today and was looking at my arm where i have a tattoo that for some reason seems to confuse everyone in construction because it’s not some sort of American flag or skull with a woman in it’s eyes and he said “is that supposed to be a tattoo that someone did for you?”  I mean, i rest my case with this one. I assure you I responded with something witty and equally confusing to him in a different way -but like what’s up with this guy?  Why do men feel so FREE to just say whatever pops into their heads?  Like when men tell you to “smile.”  Are you kidding me? Do you know what it would look like if I just walked up to men and started telling them to their faces what I want them to do at any given moment?