Memoirs of an Un-Smiling Woman
When I was 13 or so, I attended a self-defense workshop at a local women's-only karate studio. The thing I remember best, other than the pressure points on the male body (eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin!), is the verbal command we practiced shouting, to warn off street harassers:
"Stop! I. Am. Not. Friendly."
The thing is, I have never once in my life had to use these words. My face says it for me.
You see, I struggle with what comedic YouTube-ers Broken People" (hereafter known as BRF). Their PSA-style video introduces us to the plight of women who look sad or pissed off for no reason. Women whose boyfriends always ask them "what's wrong?" Women whose apparent unfriendliness earns raised eyebrows from store clerks. Women who just look, well, bitchy. Even though they're not.
