Sweatpants Season

Sweatpants Season

Sweatpants Season<br /><br />He has a big…smile. <br />It was the first thing I noticed that day until he stood. His grey sweatpants hung off his hips and I didn’t want to look. I really didn’t. <br />I’m a feminist. <br />I don’t believe in objectifying men. I don’t catcall men. I don’t ogle the bodies of men. I don’t view men as objects of my affection rather than complex people with feelings, wants, and needs of their own. I don’t treat men the way society often treats women. <br />I treat men the way I want to be treated as a woman—with respect! <br />So, when Carlos ran into me while I was reviewing my interview questions in the park, it surprised me to see my photography classmate out of context. I was also surprised to see as much of him as I did.<br />It wasn’t just that it caught my eye. It was the fact that it held my attention.<br />It wasn’t just that it was large. It was the fact that it was visibly large.<br />It wasn’t just that it was Carlos Richmond. It was the fact that I am Akila Bishara.<br />And I am not seduced by anything other than intelligent conversation, witty rapport, and meaningful actions.<br />I am not seduced by a dick print. <br />I am not. <br />Seriously, I’m not. <br /><br /> <br />