disgustinghuman:

aboutmaleprivilege:

Male Privilege is telling me to smile.

Yes, I know it’s a lovely day. Yes, I know the birds are singing. In fact, yes, I am happy. I’m not smiling because this is my safety face. You may not be aware that women have a safety face. It’s the face that wards off certain jackasses from thinking I’m interested in having my walk derailed, as if I have nowhere to go, just because I DO think the day is lovely and the birdsong is nice and I choose to express my pleasure with all of that with a smile.

I will not smile for your pleasure, do not make demands of me, do not assume your asking me will brighten my day, my day may in fact be going along rather nicely. I choose not to smile because I have things to do and I’d rather not be bothered.

yep. more often that not the reason I’m not smiling is so that the person that ended up telling me to smile… wouldn’t interact with me in the first place.

For some reason plenty of dudes think that a smile or even small smirk, especially in their direction, is an invitation to talk.

When I go out my jaw ends up being sore from all the bitch face I pull when walking down the street or taking the subway.

When I was growing up my mum always told me: Don’t smile. It doesn’t matter what people say, you don’t have to smile. 

And she was right. 

(Source: all-about-male-privilege, via grrrl-anachronism)