During my time in Buenos Aires I have had 4 fanáticos of varying degrees of creepiness, dangerousness and general ability to annoy the crap out of me. They ranged from ages 19-40 and were all pretty different. However, they all had these things in common: arrogance, persistence and creepiness. Their persistence is what really made them stand out because let's face it, creepsters are a part of any woman's life, especially women in Argentina. However, admitting that fact does not pardon creepsters, so here is my open letter to the creepsters of the world.
Dear Creepsters,
You are pathetic. No self-respecting woman would even walk on the same dog-piss stained sidewalk as you if they could avoid it. No one cares if you have money, it certainly couldn't buy you class and we can earn our own money and buy our own damn dinner. Quit staring at our chests and acting like our breasts should be honored to have your grubby eyes' attention. Your gaze makes us want to shower for days on end. Calling us queens and sweethearts while you drool all over your dirty face is not going to win us over. Believe it or not, we are not flattered by your use of pet names while you try to get our attention as we speed walk through your Creepster stench. We know you think you are God's gift to women and we would be so lucky to be graced with your company, but chances are you live with your parents and expect us to relish the idea of cooking you dinner. Turns out we went to college, have our own apartments, practice proper social etiquette and are and always will be better at life than you.
To those creepsters who were lucky enough to weasel some sort of interaction out of us: please do us a favour and forget what we look like, where we live, our phone numbers and that you were ever allowed to interact with us in any way.
Lastly, stop making excuses for our rejection by calling us prudes or lesbians and saying we need to "get some". We would rather let the entire human population die off than go through the agony of a night with slimy loser like yourself.
Sincerely,
The women of modern society.
Ladies- What was your biggest Creepster nightmare?
Men- Have you ever been guilty of being a Creepster or being friends of one? Also, please note that I'm not saying Men=Creepsters. It's a separate breed.
Well said, Rease! My worst Creepster moment happened in France. Two men accosted me, apparently under the impression that I would just want to go off and sleep with them. They were very persistent, and started backing me up against a wall. I ran for it.
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I think I verged on it once in high school... but it wasn't that bad, and I learned my lesson fast. The way I'd been raised, I didn't know what I was doing. Anyway, though, I definitely had a male motorcyclist creeper once in Zürich... that was weird.
ReplyDeleteI'm seeing a pattern of creepers in foreign countries.
ReplyDeletethey exist in the U.S. too, trust me! I think mostly dwell in large cities in an attempt to blend.
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