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Just last week I wrote a review on a book called "Don't Judge a Booty by its Cover," by Pamela Chapron, a interesting story about a woman who had a huge butt and everywhere she went people stared, judged and made hurtful comments about her. She stated that at times she felt as if she was just a piece of meat that dogs drooled over and that sadly, people did not remember her because of her conversation, beauty or brains, but only as the lady with the big butt.
Coincidentally, I just had a conversation with an acquaintance that I had met through a mutual friend. We always see each other here and there and have small talk. So when we spoke I joked with him, asking him if he remembers me because he always acts as if he is so Hollywood. And you know what he told me? "Yeah, I remember you; you're Jermaine's friend--the girl with the big booty." When I heard him say that, I just couldn't believe him. I mean first of all, my butt is not even that big for him to only remember me because of it.
Just to make sure he wasn't being funny, I asked him in a serious manner if he was serious, and he told me, "yeah."
How dare he say that to me! We have seen each other more than enough times for him to know my name. Hell, I know his name! I have a name; call me by my name, thank you! Then do me a favor and lose my number, you idiot!
Giving it time to marinate, I thought to myself, "Maybe I'm over reacting, because we all do it..." But how many of us actually tell the person what we've labeled them by? I just find it rude, especially when women are remembered by a certain body part: given that we already feel that men at times want us for our looks, I just felt it was kind of disrespectful.
However, because I wanted to be fair with my judgments of the "idiot's" response, I went out on a limb to get a second opinion. I asked a good friend of mine what he thought; He felt I was overreacting. He said, "that's how people remember people." He told me that he has friends with dirt floors and big lips, and that's how he remembers them.
I told him, OK, I understand that but it's totally different. However, on the flip side I asked him would he ever tell them that he only remembered them because of their dirt floors and big lips? He said, "yes"
We disagreed, so I turned the tables on him again and asked him, "What if I told you, yeah, I remember you... You're the one with the big bulge sticking out of your pants." Thinking that making it about his body part it would be more personal and he would somewhat understand.
Surprisingly, he laughed and said, "I wouldn't mind. If that's how they remember me, then so be it." And I thought to myself, what an idiot!
Elzena Rankins is a Sentinel Intern.