Man, as I walk by with a bunch of people. He did work at a gelateria, so he could have been offering me a cone. But I don’t think that’s what he wanted me to…ummm…well, you know. The interest in black women here is very intriguing. I think I am one of 11 on this laguna, and DEF the only American one, so I guess I’m a commodity. Walking through San Marco’s Square, I didn’t even notice, but apparently I was being stared at. It’s really weird. Granted, I am a 6-foot tall black woman with almost ass-long braids. But still. Weird. Kinda flattering. But only if they are hot.
Like this other time. Well, this needs background. All black men in the city think the appropriate way to get my attention is to say, “Hey!! Sista!!” They’ve watched Coming to America too many times. Most of the guys are on the street selling fake handbags. “Hey!! Sista!! You want bag? I give you good price. We people. I give you for free. For FREE!!” Mhmm. Right.
But back to my original story. I was walking back from the beach on Sunday with some friends. And as I was walking by with my gelato, I hear, “Ciao!! Sorella!!” I look and I see a very cute boy, saying a very silly come-on. So apparently this “Hey, Sister” thing has crossed languages. Oy. This must be stopped. It feels like the time some one yelled out at me, “Hey-BAY-BAY!!!” on the streets of Baltimore. So. not. cool.
Ranting because I don’t care about tariffs and class is too long,
~Antonia
3 years ago • Notes