my world, aren't chavs lovely?

this has happened to me on three seperate occasions now.
i'm walking down the street, minding my own business and i here these teenage lads across the street (note, i am the only other person walking along the street at this particular moment in time) and i hear, "nah, that's gotta be a bloke" another lad says, "what, that woman over there?" (also note that on this occasion i happen to be wearing a knee length skirt), first lad, "yeah, no way are they women's legs" third lad, "hehe, you wanna go check?"

oh, oh, please excuse me for not being blessed with dainty anorexic legs.

i can quite happily accept that i have chunky legs, i have never in my life been a slim or slender person and i think the only time i might be is after i've been buried and all that's left is my skeleton, but that does not make me manly!

do i really have to start continuously wearing my hair in bunches and really tight t-shirts that are probably an evil shade of pink (like barbie, eugh), possibly glittery with some sort of stupid girly phrase on and trousers to hide my "manly" legs, though the trousers must also be glittery somewhere or other, with flowers or butterflies embroidered on them.

yeah, right.
if one of em had to over to have a check, i'd have used my "manly" legs to give him a swift kick in his supposed manly area.

it's always teenage chav lads that have difficulty in discerning as to whether or not i'm male or female, maybe for them females only exist in one form, the type usually found on page 3 of the sad newspapers i make every effort to avoid.

i'm quite glad that they're not sexually attracted to me, i just don't want them deciding to start on me cos they think i'm a bloke.

ah, well, that's my rant for the evening.
*take care*
*:3