Ah, the tales of walking home in the summertime...

My BFF over at Amour Artist (who has a fabulous blog by the way, so please check it out!) gave me the idea to write a little sumthin' sumthin' about this issue that we as women have all had to deal with in our lifetime. Especially as the weather gets warmer, something happens...

Let's paint a classic scenario, shall we:

It's summertime and since it's warm out, you may find yourself wearing a sundress, a skirt, a tank top, or heaven help us, a pair of shorts (which are a descent length mind you...not American Apparel status). Either you're traveling to work, class, the gym, wherever... You're walking outside minding your own business. As you pass a pack of, let's say, construction workers on break, or even a group of teenage boys hanging out on the corner, this is what you might encounter:

"DAMNNNNNNNN!!"

"Hey, sexy!"

"Smile."

Or some other notable gestures: The totally obvious, bright as day checking out of your "goods," and the grabbing of the arm.

Ladies, I don't know about you, but I find myself asking why. Men may think that they are complimenting you by looking you up and down like a piece of meat, and that you should be honored by their words. But why should I smile on their command? Can't I even be the owner of my emotions?

I thought of the lyrics from Queen Latifah 's "U.N.I.T.Y." because that song holds so much truth in terms of how women are disrespected (even just by simply walking down the street).

I wanted to post this short experimental documentary called "Walking Home" that my friend recommended to me to the other day. It totally hits home, so feel free to leave your thoughts.