Another day, another learning experience!!! I was coming home this afternoon, minding my own business, when these boys started following me. I didn’t pay any attention at first. I thought they were just muttering to themselves about football or computer games or something equally fascinating when I realized they were talking about me! To be more specific, they were making rude comments about my bum and my tits. It was disgusting. I felt like I was on a card stuck in a phone box or a picture in a magazine. But it was also really creepy. I charged into the first shop I came to and spent EONS choosing something to buy even though my options were limited (I knew all along it was going to be sugarless gum; there doesn’t seem to be much else I can eat, not after what Willow told me). They were still there when I came out, so I told them what I thought of them. I said didn’t they have mothers or sisters? I said was this the way they treated THEM? And then I told them to **** off and leave me alone. That scared them, of course. They were trembling so much they had trouble laughing. I tried ignoring them, but they kept following me, slurping and grunting and saying every disgusting thing they could think of (they must all have cable, because they said A LOT!). It was like walking down the high street starkers. (I don’t know how anyone could be a stripper!!! At least if you’re a whore you get to shut the door.) And then I had this brilliant idea. I crossed the street, backtracked a bit, and went down the road the police station’s on. The policeman is your friend. I marched inside. (Surprise! Surprise! They didn’t follow me in there!) There must’ve been a crime lull in our neighbourhood just then because there wasn’t a queue of bleeding and/or hysterical people in front of me like you see on TV. I went straight to the desk and I told the policeman what had happened. And you know what he did? HE LAUGHED!!! Obviously he doesn’t have any female friends or relatives either. I was mortified! But I’m beginning to see where Sappho gets her attitude from.
I said to Disha that I wished I’d taken the number of the policeman on the desk and reported him. It’s the sort of story the local paper loves. D said exactly who was I going to report him to? Other policemen? I said I didn’t think they could ALL be corrupt, and she said it wasn’t so much corruption as conspiracy. They all stick together. And not just the police – politicians, teachers, businessmen etc. too. D says if you REALLY think about it, becoming an adult doesn’t actually CHANGE anything except being able to drink in pubs and stay out all night and having to work for a living etc. The world still treats you like a child – only instead of having your parents telling you what to do and not listening to you, you have society telling you.