OGLIN'

Fuck-me shoes.

Nick, I always see the white van man before he sees me, thankfully. Or you are visiting London and he sees you first. Surely you've held me back from crossing in front of enough red buses to know that I probably will die under one of them if I'm not careful (or chaperoned).

There's also the time last week when me, Esther and Richard were waiting to be served in a food queue in Stoke Newington after an art opening at CELL. When the counter guy went to serve me, some battle ax did the 'ExCaUUUse me, Oi'm next' battle cry (she wasn't). Guy served me anyway, she slagged me off to her friend, and as I left, I muttered: "That age-before-beauty trick NEVER works."

Anyway my shoes shocked the more reactionary parts of London today. I love 'em.

The white van guy might just have wanted to sell you speakers Suzy :)

Where should you look when talking to someone? What's acceptable vs. what's best?

I try to ogle subtly; yes, I do, frequently. Should I? Whyever not?

Look through them! Seriously, maintain eye contact is the best rule of thumb.

Define "maintain." Staring contest but with winking?

To Tom -- silly boy. ;-)

3 years ago in soho, NYC (6th ave and Spring street, right in front of Aqua Grill), i see long-legged model woman wearing flimsy summer dress, extending full length of her nubile leonine body to flag down a taxi. she was making a kind of waving motion with her hand, the way one does. so this WHITE VAN screams down past her waving figure and the man in the passenger side leans out... and waves back. very cute.

but that is really my only cute story re: ogling. i don't know how women live in New York, I really don't. men have no idea what it's like. you are provoked, cajoled, and propositioned EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE - you cd have falling-out hair, severe burns, and reek of urine, but the second you step off your stoop into the street it's "heyyyy chica you lookin gooood... c'mon baby... you got a phone number?" damn.

I don't do the full-on ogle, but have been known to og.

i am a definite ogler, and i practise the "full-on lecherous stare" sometimes, when i am feeling very full of myself.

embarassing moment: i was in the Commerce department of the university early this year looking for a computer to use, when past me walks the cutest lil thing i ever did see. i wolf-whistled the poor dear. two weeks later i'm drinking with my friends before the Pride Ball and we end up at some strange flat where a couple of guys drag to lady maramlade and lo and behold, one of them just happens to be the wolf-whistled boy from the commerce department, and he makes it clear he remembers me objectifying him blatantly. he thought it was funny, but i was a tad shamed! (at moments like these one wishes dunedin wasn't so damn small!)

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I'm sorry, I missed all that.

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Are you the same woman that gave me shit for objectifing porn .

I thought that was Maryann?

I thought they tag teamed me,

Must get all oogling I can before the winter sets in and all the opposite sex's beauty is covered by parkas and hoods.

Which means you have to concentrate at looking directly at them face to face, which as I said is cooler by default, so ha. ;-)