Say What
I have a story to share that I’m mildly pissed about…so you know, bear with me on this one…and just let me vent.
I was out at a happy hour with some of my ex-coworkers. I was there with my pal Sam, some people I haven’t seen in awhile and new people I’ve never met before. In typical happy hour fashion, we were all congregated around the bar…drinking, snacking and chatting. Anyway, a small group of us (probably 5 or 6 of us) got into a discussion about the hardships of having to watch what we eat because of weight and exercise concerns (as we snacked on nachos and chicken wings, go figure…haha). Anyway, typically diet, exercise, and weight are general enough topics that it’s not such a bad thing to discuss with a wide group of people, right? Well, let’s just put it this way, it definitely is a topic that almost everyone can relate to and/or can talk about.
Now, let’s introduce a dude who is a friend of a friend (someone who I wasn’t familiar with prior to the happy hour)…let’s call him Jake. He jumped into the conversation about weight and body image. He said that he understands why girls are so self-conscious about their body image and blamed most of it on the media and advertising. I nodded along and continued to snack and drink along with everyone else. No big deal. Jake then goes on to say that when a girl has a few extra pounds that she needs to work off, he tries not to hold it against her. Another girl, who was at the bar with us, asked him what he meant by “a few extra pounds.” Haha. I sensed a slight icy breeze in the air and knew that poor Jake is in trouble.
Jake looked at the group (at this point I'm sure we looked like a pack of wolves just waiting to feed on prime meat), tried to save face and make his case. He, and I kid you not, turned to me (since I was standing next to him) and said that he would understand if, for example, I (pointing at me) have body image issues because of my extra weight. Now…wait…say what? My neck almost snapped because I turned my head so fast to stare him down. I just wanted to make sure I heard him right…was he alluding to the fact that he thought I had a few extra pounds on me and that I was fat?!?! Since when is being 5'4" and 110 lbs. considered fat?!?! I put down my beer and very calmly (well as calmly as I could) asked him this question and asked him to clarify. He quickly backpedaled and told me to relax and said that he’s not talking about me…per see, but “any Asian girl with my body type”…Hmmm, to me that sounded like he was talking about me. I felt myself getting heated and I think Sam could as well. So Sam, tried to defuse the issue by saying Kristina, his best ‘ole office buddy around, "is completely hot and has the bangin’ body of a goddess”…followed by a finger snap and a head spin (haha…a little over the top dude, but aww thanks…you're always such a sweetheart). I know Sam was just trying to stand up for me in front of the group...which I appreciated (although I would've been fine battling the douche bag on my own...seriously I can take care of myself). Subsequently, another topic of conversation was quickly brought up and we moved right along.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to leave for the night, Jake came up to me and tried to make amends. He apologized and said he felt bad for how I took his comments (I’m rolling my eyes right about now). He asked for my number so “he could make it up to me.” Haha. Are you kidding me? Oh please, yeah right. But seriously, by this time, I was over it. Whatever. He's just lucky I didn't open a can of whoop ass on him. Don’t ever fuckin’ call me fat, asshole!
I was out at a happy hour with some of my ex-coworkers. I was there with my pal Sam, some people I haven’t seen in awhile and new people I’ve never met before. In typical happy hour fashion, we were all congregated around the bar…drinking, snacking and chatting. Anyway, a small group of us (probably 5 or 6 of us) got into a discussion about the hardships of having to watch what we eat because of weight and exercise concerns (as we snacked on nachos and chicken wings, go figure…haha). Anyway, typically diet, exercise, and weight are general enough topics that it’s not such a bad thing to discuss with a wide group of people, right? Well, let’s just put it this way, it definitely is a topic that almost everyone can relate to and/or can talk about.
Now, let’s introduce a dude who is a friend of a friend (someone who I wasn’t familiar with prior to the happy hour)…let’s call him Jake. He jumped into the conversation about weight and body image. He said that he understands why girls are so self-conscious about their body image and blamed most of it on the media and advertising. I nodded along and continued to snack and drink along with everyone else. No big deal. Jake then goes on to say that when a girl has a few extra pounds that she needs to work off, he tries not to hold it against her. Another girl, who was at the bar with us, asked him what he meant by “a few extra pounds.” Haha. I sensed a slight icy breeze in the air and knew that poor Jake is in trouble.
Jake looked at the group (at this point I'm sure we looked like a pack of wolves just waiting to feed on prime meat), tried to save face and make his case. He, and I kid you not, turned to me (since I was standing next to him) and said that he would understand if, for example, I (pointing at me) have body image issues because of my extra weight. Now…wait…say what? My neck almost snapped because I turned my head so fast to stare him down. I just wanted to make sure I heard him right…was he alluding to the fact that he thought I had a few extra pounds on me and that I was fat?!?! Since when is being 5'4" and 110 lbs. considered fat?!?! I put down my beer and very calmly (well as calmly as I could) asked him this question and asked him to clarify. He quickly backpedaled and told me to relax and said that he’s not talking about me…per see, but “any Asian girl with my body type”…Hmmm, to me that sounded like he was talking about me. I felt myself getting heated and I think Sam could as well. So Sam, tried to defuse the issue by saying Kristina, his best ‘ole office buddy around, "is completely hot and has the bangin’ body of a goddess”…followed by a finger snap and a head spin (haha…a little over the top dude, but aww thanks…you're always such a sweetheart). I know Sam was just trying to stand up for me in front of the group...which I appreciated (although I would've been fine battling the douche bag on my own...seriously I can take care of myself). Subsequently, another topic of conversation was quickly brought up and we moved right along.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to leave for the night, Jake came up to me and tried to make amends. He apologized and said he felt bad for how I took his comments (I’m rolling my eyes right about now). He asked for my number so “he could make it up to me.” Haha. Are you kidding me? Oh please, yeah right. But seriously, by this time, I was over it. Whatever. He's just lucky I didn't open a can of whoop ass on him. Don’t ever fuckin’ call me fat, asshole!
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