lets-lynch-the-landlord:

sassyspn:

So, in starbucks today, a random guy came up to my and told me I was very pretty and nice eyes.

And, as a feminist, I was okay with it.

Because he did it correctly.

He stood four feet away from me and started out with “excuse me” and waited until I nodded before approaching. He then introduced himself and we shook hands and then he gave a compliment and went on his way.

He didnt catcall. He didnt harass. He didnt use inappropriate language. He asked for permission.

Take note, gentlemen.

For reals, though.

I’ve become good friends with an older guy (around 60) who works at the vintage record store down the street from where I live. Sometimes I go there just to chill and talk to him cause he’s super nice and has a lot of interesting stories.

I hung out with him the other day and he very politely says to me “You know, you are absolutely stunning. Your new hair color is beautiful. And your boyfriend is very lucky to have you.”

I don’t really have very high self-esteem. Sometimes I cry because I constantly compare myself to the physical beauty of other people. But, as someone who in the past has literally kicked the shit out of actual cat-callers and harassers of women, this made me very happy. I did not feel uncomfortable at all. Because he’s a damn gentleman and paid me an actual compliment. 

Take note, ladies and gentlemen.