Male Privilege Is
Male Privilege is telling me to smile.
Yes, I know it’s a lovely day. Yes, I know the birds are singing. In fact, yes, I am happy. I’m not smiling because this is my safety face. You may not be aware that women have a safety face. It’s the face that wards off certain jackasses from thinking I’m interested in having my walk derailed, as if I have nowhere to go, just because I DO think the day is lovely and the birdsong is nice and I choose to express my pleasure with all of that with a smile.
I will not smile for your pleasure, do not make demands of me, do not assume your asking me will brighten my day, my day may in fact be going along rather nicely. I choose not to smile because I have things to do and I’d rather not be bothered.
worrrd on someone finally bringing up “Safetyface”
I’ve had this happen to me a lot, even as young as a child. I’ve always smiled for the strange men who’d ask me, too, and probably will if ever happens again. Not because I want to, but because I’m afraid of what might happen if I refuse.
And then if/when you explain this to the jackasses who ask you to smile, watch them throw a hissy fit and assume you’re just a man-hater.
“Why am I not smiling? Because assholes like you tell me to smile.” That’s what I’ve always wanted to say and eventually will.