Warning: censored swearing and un-loli behavior ahead.
We lolitas all know what it’s like to get harassed once in a while. I have a particular problem with being confronted, especially by teenage boys. Standing at five-foot-two and looking rather fragile doesn’t help my situation. Neither does having Rapunzel-esque hair or dressing like a doll once in a while.
This story begins at the vending machine at my school. I am wearing my beautiful casual lolita. I’ve agreed to walk my friend over there because there’s always a group of boys who harass anyone who uses the machines. The school cops and the deans do not seem to care, but no one wants to fight them.
As my friend is putting in her money, one boy from the group walks over and tilts a candy bag over my head. His friends explode in laughter as if it were the cleverest feat they had ever witnessed. One says, “Dude, that’s messed up,” but doesn’t do anything, even if he knows it’s wrong.
Briefly, I watch, numb. They think I won’t do anything. They stop laughing when I march over in my cute, little, black, knee-high combat boots. At this point, he’s stunned, frightened even.
“Was there anything in that bag?” I ask.
“No,” he responds hurriedly.
Still angry, I ask again, louder. ”Was there anything in that bag?!”
“N-no, there was nothing in that bag, I swear!” Despite being taller than I am, he begins to back away.
Apparently, he was telling the truth. He only tilted the bag over my head to look cool in front of his friends (which is awfully sad, if I do say so myself).
At this point, I’m still crazy mad. I raise my fist at him and say (exact words), “If there was anything in that bag, I will lay you out, bitch.”
Later that day, I see the same kid again. He doesn’t even look at me when I pass by, so I stop and yell, “(omitted) you, you freshman (omitted)! You signed your death warrant.” I have to admit that was a bit much, but I was still in my woman scorned mode at the time. I have this thing against people bullying the vulnerable, especially if it involves a man harassing a woman or children. This lolita has a rather short fuse when it comes to those kinds of things.
Needless to say, he and his friends vacated that spot soon afterwards, and we never saw them again. Occasionally, my friends will still bring up how a girl in a poofy skirt and ruffled shirt managed to scare away a group of hooligans. Or how she told one of them that he had signed his death warrant.
I love my little lolita life.