Today, as I walked into the grocery store, some solicitor was outside trying to get signatures or money. I don’t even know what his cause was, because the first thing he said to me as I got closer was, “You dropped your smile.”
There are very few things in the world that make my blood boil like being told by a strange man to smile. But I was very restrained and ignored him. I went about buying my groceries and forgot about it. Then, as I was leaving the store, he saw me and said, “You going to talk to me this time?”
I stopped. I turned. I said this, with a smile:
"I’m going to give you a tip. All women, everywhere, all of them, hate being told to smile. It implies that we owe you something, or it’s our job to be pleasant or ornamental. We don’t owe you anything, and it’s not our f*cking job to be pleasant or ornamental. If you want to help your cause, stop telling women to smile, because it makes them want to punch you in the face. Which I won’t do."
And then I walked away.