Eyes
Steve hates NYC because "no one looks you in the eye." I've never noticed that about New York, but it made me wonder if my experience in D.C. would be like his experience in the city.People say everyone is mean here, that it's a transient city with no community. Maybe, maybe not. But one thing is clear -- people look you in the eye. They look you in the eye, they look at your chest, they look at your ass, they look at your legs, they look back at your chest. Then they comment on your eyes, your chest, your ass, your legs, and your chest. Everyone, all day long. The only good thing about the blatant disgustingness by EVERYONE is that it is not so aggressive that I'm frightened (see: Brussels -- don't ever go there.).
Speaking of, I caught someone's eye today. A Cheetah to be exact, at the zoo. Turned into a staredown, if you ask me. Cheetahs are longer than I thought, and their legs are...well... also long. A lady was telling her child (during my staredown) that she believed Cheetahs aren't very aggressive. The cheetah couldn't have attacked me, obviously, but for some reason the whole thing creeped me out so I got the BrianFudge outta there.
posted by Z @ 11:32 AM
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