Tonight on All Things Considered, a commentator (I really don't like that word, but that's the word they use) from Puerto Rico, a woman who now lives on Long Island, was talking about going back for a visit. In Puerto Rico, the men prefer the women to have some flesh on their bones, they like a little padding on the bottom and the top, and she said when she was young the men used to call her "Flaca", skinny. Now she has had children, and has gained weight, including in her bosom, and the men compliment her on the streets like they used to do her sister. I can relate to that, in Louisiana women are not expected to be as thin as they are here. Black men don't seem to like skinny women as much, either. So when I go home for a visit, it's good for my ego.
But I really got a kick yesterday, I was at the ABC buying necessities, and there was so much snow that the cashier and the customer ahead of me were commiserating about having to drive home through the mountains. The customer told the cashier he had decided to spend the night in a hotel room instead. I was laughing at something he said as I exited the ABC, and he flat-out asked me if I wanted to come with him. I know it's sick, but I was flattered. Why do we let men affect the way we feel about ourselves? |
