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Jeepers! Creepers

As a woman with awesome legs, I enjoy wearing dresses. They (the legs) are about the only thing on my body I don’t have to encase in Spanx like sausage. So when the weather is warm, or when I am just in the mood, I will slip into a dress and heels. I am a woman. It is my right.

One day last week I was feeling especially sassy and threw on a short, black sheath dress. Not short enough for people to mistake me for a prostitute but short enough for someone to admire the scenery….at a distance. Upon standing in the bread isle waiting for The Girl to come back with a carriage, Mr. Creepy Peeper proceeded to look up my dress. I know this because I caught him out of the corner of my eye and met his gaze when I turned around. Clearly taken aback, I moved to the opposite end of the isle where a small crowd of people where standing. All finished, and safely sitting in the car, I turned to say something to The Girl and low and behold Mr. Creepy Peeper was walking by. *shock and awe*

Not assuming he was following me, but let us assume he was following me–what gives a person the right to make another severely uncomfortable? And I suppose I should follow that question up with, do you just carry a baseball bat around with you and beat up Creepers when you feel like it?

As women, we have the right to walk around practically naked if we want. And…as men, they have the right to look, stare, drool, eat their hearts out…you get the picture. But at what point does the looking/staring/drooling become not enough? Why must we be touched or cornered or called like an animal or visually assaulted with Creeper eyes? Show a little respect will ya….Creepers.

~SM