Fighting Back

It took forever to get a cab Friday night after my show. There I stood in a black lace dress (not very warm), high heels and a short fur jacket. The streets were full of everybody and their momma wanting a cab. I stood on the corner of 54th and 8th ave for almost 20 minutes before moving up to 55th street in hopes of a west bound cab to get me home. If any of you know me, you know the kind of hairdo's I wear for shows. Huge, henna red ringlets blowing in every direction, wind blowing up my dress. It was less than pleasant. To make matters worse 2 straight couples, all very drunk, come walking up. One of the men a total drunken asshole starts some shit with me. I know what I look like. I just stepped off of a stage for chrissake. A big girl in big hair with ALOT of make-up does cause some attention. Look all you want, giggle even, but don't get hateful! The drunken asshole starts screaming at me. I ignore him. Finally after 3 minutes of antagonizing remarks I turn and simply ask the guy why he is so fucking threatented by me standing quietly trying to get a cab? This prompts the human turd to threaten to chew me up and spit me out. The guy was about 6ft4, on the stocky side and full of hate. Like a fool I told him if he wanted to put his mouth on me it would cost him $300. Out of nowhere he charges towards me and literally knocks me into the middle of 55th street. I went BESERK!! I was holding a huge Gucci overnight bag in one of my hands overstuffed with 3 costumes and three pairs of heels. Before I could even think of what I was doing, I swung the bag at the low life and hit him square between the shoulder blades with all of my might. Mr. Big Shot WENT DOWN!!! The other man ran towards me at that point and started apologizing saying the man was very drunk and they were all very sorry. Mr. Drunky Tough Guy starts to get up spewing hate even worse than before. I took off a high heeled sling back, held it firmly in my hand and told him that he got a free shot, I reacted and knocked him down, and if he came for me again I was going to open his head with my heel and his next stop would be the hospital. I was totally prepared to knock this fools head in. I was so infuriated that not only did he take too much time to spew hate at me from the sidewalk, he then became physical AND THEN wanted to do more. He got to his feet screaming that I was insane and needed help as his friends took him by the hand and led him away. Like magic, a cab pulled up and got me safely to my home. I have to say that on the cab ride home I had a sense of empowerment that overshadowed any feelings of rage.

What is it about people that makes them think they are entitled to bring their narrow minded bullshit onto the streets with them? I do NOT buy the drunk thing. You may have less inhibitions if you have been drinking, but that kind of behavior is just plain senseless. Enough about WHY, let's talk about WHAT to do if you are met with this kind of negative bullshit. I say if you are AT ALL ABLE fight back!!! These imbeciles will only feel more relaxed to act out in this way if people passively let them get away with it. I know I acted in a rather reckless way by goading the man with a smart comment, BUT I have just as much right to be anywhere as he does. I am sure when he woke up Saturday morning and felt the remains of that wollop I gave him with Miss Gucci he will think twice before talking shit to a pretty lady on the street. We are living in dangerous days folks. The right keeps closing in on the left. People are spoon fed messages that it's OK to hate other people. It's ok to voice your distaste for other human beings. I think everyone deserves a right to be heard, but you cannot knock someone down on the street JUST BECAUSE you don't like the way they are dressed. If that were the case I would carry a stun gun and zap every badly dressed boob I come across. The West Village would be a heap of fashion violators lying in piles of spandex and International Male distasters. My friends and I LOVE to coment on what we see on the street. We don't become agressive about it however. We all have to band together and send a clear message that acts of violence will not be tolerated. Otherwise everyone is just a sitting duck until they somehow silently piss someone off. Be careful my friends, please be very careful.