Sunday, May 22, 2011
A Butch & Her Bras
Do any of you other Butches out there feel out of place when you wander into the women's lingerie section looking for a sports bra? I certainly do.
While wandering around my local Fred Meyers this afternoon I ventured over to the women's lingerie section to see about picking up a new sports bra. First off, I noticed that as I wandered through any of the women's sections I felt as though I was being watched. Like that pervy guy that wanders through those sections just to get his kicks or the guy who shows up trying to buy something for his girl and has no clue as to where to start. You know the guys I'm talking about?
Anyway. Whenever I wander into those sections, I always expect a sales person to stop me and ask if I need help picking out something for my girlfriend or my Mom. It's happened a time or two but what mostly gets me are the stares from other customers in the store. Those stares you get when they think you are somewhere where you don't belong. Maybe it's just because I really don't feel like I belong there and maybe it's all in my head, but maybe not. I've seen those stares from the women shopping around me. The Mom's who grab their little girls hands and stare me down as they pass by or the old ladies who quicken their step and head in the other direction. I've caught them out of the corner of my eye and do my best to ignore them and go about my business. I mean, seriously, I know I look like a guy but do I look like a creepy guy?
Today was no exception. There weren't any sales people around but the stares were there. Specially since I was wandering around in boots, dirty jeans (I just finished changing the brakes on a friends car so they were pretty dirty) and a black hoodie. I stood my ground though and looked around for all of 2 minutes. It was enough time for me to figure out that I wasn't willing to fork out $36 for one (yes, ONE!) sports bra.
So I walked away. Quickly.
I think I'll go look for something online and have it shipped to me.