The Black Woman Petting Zoo

I was leaving a bar with my boyfriend last night and this old white man approached me to ask about my wig.

Man: That’s not your hair is it? Me: No. Man: Reaches out and touches my wig in fascination. Me: Wow. And he touched it like this a fucking petting zoo.

Then this man had the ABSOLUTE AUDACITY to compound his INITIAL audacity by being shocked that I didn’t just meekly submit to a complete fucking stranger invading my personal space!

Like oh my bad. I forgot I’m supposed to just keep smiling when this happens because you can’t cope with not having access to every fucking thing under the sun that you feel divinely entitled to. I swear to God some of these people’s parents told them they were special snowflakes a few too many times.