I was going to write it down for myself anyway. I want to say it's funny but it's not funny. Basically there's a pizza place around the corner from my old apartment. I used to go in there all the time, no big deal. I was dressed a little nicer that day and the guy who worked behind the counter was there. He was like, man you are beautiful. And I was like, okay, whatever. So then another day I go in there and it was a rainy, shitty day and I was wearing a sweatshirt and glasses and the guy was like, yes Mam. He didn't even recognize me. And it wasn't like, oh, I look bad. Even when I'd go in there sometimes he'd say, here you go, Sweetie. It was always weird for someone to say that to me because I was with Mike. Sort of like I didn't need someone to tell me I was beautiful. I think I would feel different if it was now. I feel like I talk about him all the time. Even in a group it's hard to know when you say my boyfriend enough so that you can just say the name. I wasn't offended by this guy. I find guys that catcall you, that whisper, a lot more offensive. I didn't grow up as a feminist. I grew up in an Italian household where women were mistreated. As I got older I became more of a feminist and Mike, he had a naÔve kind of view that feminists were lesbian bitches. He had friends who were gay he had an uncle who he was close with since he was a baby. It depends if someone means it in a derogatory way. There's so much. It just makes me think this issueóit's all about language. Is it a language or an action?