While sitting at an outdoor patio with my guy pal, a good-looking lady sashayed by. She was nicely dressed and even more nicely put together. My friend remarked with obvious approval, "There is an excellent example of 'floating cleavage.'" Naturally I turned to get a gawk.
He was right. Her cleavage was in fact floating. Not jiggling, not bouncing, rather floating. (In case you have never witnessed this, the undersides of the breasts were immobile while the exposed upper skin was "floating" with her gait.) It was hard to deny, her cleavage was nice to look at.
Just in the nick of time my feminist side kicked in and indignantly I spat, "I thought you didn't believe in objectifying women?" A mocking smile curled around his lips and he responded with, "I don't. I simply like to admire the beautiful qualities of women."
Rolling my eyes, just about to blast him sarcastically with, "Yes, yes, I know you admire a beautiful woman with the same wonder you admire a beautiful car. If that isn't objectifying I don't know what is."
When he knocked the feminist-air out of me by stating, "Trina, you need to learn the difference between admiration and leering. I was respectfully admiring that woman. Not leering."
There's a difference? Well who made the rules? Because I still don't know the difference. Even though I have experienced both, I cannot express in words their intangible distinction.
Many a woman has recounted how a man undressed her with his eyes--besides making her feel terribly uncomfortable, it was downright creepy. Equally the same women said while walking past a construction site they secretly enjoyed the cat calls and whistles from leering construction workers--putting a bounce in their step.
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