Today, I was walking down Commercial Drive, heading home after having dinner with a friend. A group of men were hanging out outside of a sports bar. One of them ordered me to smile. Now, anyone who knows me well knows that ordering me to smile is a surefire way to annoy me. So I turned and looked at the man.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why not?” He replied.
“It’s my business what I choose to do with my face,” I said, in a calm but firm voice. Then I turned and kept walking.
“Well, that’s why you’re by yourself,” he yelled after me. I gave him the finger without turning around. I am amazed that some men feel so free to comment on a woman’s facial expression and apparent relationship status.
Location: Commercial Drive, Vancouver, BC, Canada