May 6, 2012

Short Skirts, Cock Peas, & the Midtown Grocery

I'm going to initiate a little social experimentation today.  I'm going to dress in such a way that I'm fully covered as much as the overly-saturated atmosphere will allow me to be, and head to the same grocery store I went to last night.  Post Samurai of Spoken Word show, I ran to get what Thunderhead hilariously called a bag of "CockPeas" for his angry quadra-scrotum.

  Having had a vasectomy on Thursday, he's got that post-op swelling at the incision.  It's making walking a bit of a chore and giving him the appearance of having an especially lumpy anatomy.  I offered to pick up a couple bags of frozen veggies and kiss it make it better.  To which, I was told "Yes please, and don't you dare!".  So, once the show was over, the tech was torn down, and the car packed, I headed right to the grocery store in my show clothes.

Photo by Megan McGuire
If you've not see our performances either live or recorded, my schtick often includes a skirt that shows off as much of my legs as it legally can, heavy makeup, high heels, and the most obnoxious pigtails my hair can muster.  This is how I was dressed when I walked into the store.  I'll admit, it was a Saturday night, and I'm really pretty sure that I was not the weirdest creature to walk into that particular midtown grocer.  However, despite how friendly I was, the conversations with people around me were shorter than my hemline, and the looks I got from the parents shopping with their toddlers (at 9:00 PM, I might add) were disapproving.  Not that I care, I mean, I'm not a hooker, I'd just come from a show (my badge proclaiming me to be Talent for Dreaming was still clipped to my shirt) and don't really need anybody but law enforcement's approval for how I cover myself.  It was still interesting to experience people judging a book by its cover.

So, today, I plan to pick my wardrobe consciously.  If I can muster it with the humidity we've had this weekend, I'm going to go out and out button down shirt, nice jeans, and my loafers.  I'm going to go back to the same store to pick up the stuff I need for the house, and just see how the reactions differ, if at all.  People are funny that way.  I expect this to be interesting.  I'll let you know what I find out.

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