It bothers me, and I'm not sure why, as I am kind of hard to embarrass usually. I think it exemplifies an aspect of the culture here I don't like: a bit nosy, people are. Anyway, for the dudes--if you are squeamish about lady issues, feel free to move along, though I don't mind if you read it.
So at work today, though I was well prepared, I ended up with a bit of a mess because of my "lady's days" [whomever gets the reference gets a cookie]. It happens despite my best efforts to prevent it, but it was localized to a not-obvious part of my attire, or so I thought. I did my best to deal with it on the short break I had and went on with my day. No one said a word to me if they did see, and if they had I would've been given a sweatshirt or something by my boss. There's no time to go home and change this time of year.
So, since it wasn't readily visible and I didn't want to waste gas tonight, I popped into the grocery after work to pick up something for dinner and then go straight home to change. I looked ok as far as I knew, and what was another half hour? An older woman stopped me and told me about a spot on the back of one of my pants legs that I didn't realize was there. I kind of stammered that, well, I couldn't do anything about it right now. I was even trying to look behind me to see it (probably looking like a dog chasing its tail), thinking there was a huge area or something. [When I got home I looked and it was a small spot most wouldn't even notice. I certainly wouldn't notice it on someone else.] She advised me that wet wipes are good for that while one is "out and about."
Couldn't she have feigned ignorance? She could've at least said something like, "Oh, it looks like you cut your leg there; are you ok?" That would've been a lot less akward. It made me feel like a negligent person who just walks around with gross stains. I do notice them and try to get them out, but honestly, if some coffee or ink remains after trying to get it out, I'm not going to stop my day for it. Stuff happens. Unless I have a big interview or meeting, most people that see that stain are going to think "Oh, yes--must've spilled coffee on the run. I did that last week," and then that would be the end of it. They wouldn't think I was a terrible person. As far as blood or something like that, if I can go home and go back out, I do. But wet wipes? What are those going to do with blood? And sometimes you simply don't have time to deal with it. I remember times when I was on public transportation, and you just had to live with uncomfortable situations.
Anyway, it brought up 3 times when people were overly concerned about my attire:
--A few weeks ago when a sucktomer went on and on about how my shirt was a slightly altered hue from what's required (though not unacceptable to management).
--The late spring day when it was raining and unusually cool, but I was ok in crop pants, sandals, and a sweatshirt, and an older woman (why is it always people over 50??) looked me up and down and said with disdain, "It's raining." Ha on her; I simply said, "Yes, it is" and ignored her implied criticism.
--The time in cafe when I accidently splashed myself well while washing my hands and ended up with an overly-damp shirt. This woman was so overly concerned that she kept going on about it and wouldn't order and was holding up the line. I wanted to scream Water evaporates, lady!
So it boils down to feeling criticized by people mid-50s and older, and also the possibility I was seen as a dirty person.
I did thank her akwardly, as I thought she thought she was helping, and slunk away.
Am I overreacting? Why does it bother me? What would you have done in her place or mine?
Inquiring minds want to know.
So at work today, though I was well prepared, I ended up with a bit of a mess because of my "lady's days" [whomever gets the reference gets a cookie]. It happens despite my best efforts to prevent it, but it was localized to a not-obvious part of my attire, or so I thought. I did my best to deal with it on the short break I had and went on with my day. No one said a word to me if they did see, and if they had I would've been given a sweatshirt or something by my boss. There's no time to go home and change this time of year.
So, since it wasn't readily visible and I didn't want to waste gas tonight, I popped into the grocery after work to pick up something for dinner and then go straight home to change. I looked ok as far as I knew, and what was another half hour? An older woman stopped me and told me about a spot on the back of one of my pants legs that I didn't realize was there. I kind of stammered that, well, I couldn't do anything about it right now. I was even trying to look behind me to see it (probably looking like a dog chasing its tail), thinking there was a huge area or something. [When I got home I looked and it was a small spot most wouldn't even notice. I certainly wouldn't notice it on someone else.] She advised me that wet wipes are good for that while one is "out and about."
Couldn't she have feigned ignorance? She could've at least said something like, "Oh, it looks like you cut your leg there; are you ok?" That would've been a lot less akward. It made me feel like a negligent person who just walks around with gross stains. I do notice them and try to get them out, but honestly, if some coffee or ink remains after trying to get it out, I'm not going to stop my day for it. Stuff happens. Unless I have a big interview or meeting, most people that see that stain are going to think "Oh, yes--must've spilled coffee on the run. I did that last week," and then that would be the end of it. They wouldn't think I was a terrible person. As far as blood or something like that, if I can go home and go back out, I do. But wet wipes? What are those going to do with blood? And sometimes you simply don't have time to deal with it. I remember times when I was on public transportation, and you just had to live with uncomfortable situations.
Anyway, it brought up 3 times when people were overly concerned about my attire:
--A few weeks ago when a sucktomer went on and on about how my shirt was a slightly altered hue from what's required (though not unacceptable to management).
--The late spring day when it was raining and unusually cool, but I was ok in crop pants, sandals, and a sweatshirt, and an older woman (why is it always people over 50??) looked me up and down and said with disdain, "It's raining." Ha on her; I simply said, "Yes, it is" and ignored her implied criticism.
--The time in cafe when I accidently splashed myself well while washing my hands and ended up with an overly-damp shirt. This woman was so overly concerned that she kept going on about it and wouldn't order and was holding up the line. I wanted to scream Water evaporates, lady!
So it boils down to feeling criticized by people mid-50s and older, and also the possibility I was seen as a dirty person.
I did thank her akwardly, as I thought she thought she was helping, and slunk away.
Am I overreacting? Why does it bother me? What would you have done in her place or mine?
Inquiring minds want to know.
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