Saturday, March 17, 2007

Airport Adventures

Airports are great. You never know what might happen. This time, the adventure was mostly amusing rather than threatening, harrowing, or otherwise traumatizing.

For this story to make sense, you should know that my hair is short and dark brown, with long-ish bangs dyed bright orange. Not hair-color orange - orange like the fruit. The inside of the fruit. Or maybe like a mango. Anyway, it stands out.

I was in the Baltimore International Airport, en route from my home base in the North East to do some family stuff in Miami Beach. (I really do have family there, and we really did have stuff to do. It was not just a good excuse to be in Miami Beach in February, although it was also that.)

I was walking quickly because I had just gotten off of a moving sidewalk, and regular walking speed just seems so slow when you get off of those things. A maintenance worker with an obvious, probably mild, developmental disability called to me from across the wide, empty hallway. He was pushing his cart back in the direction I had just come from. I stopped, he stopped, and we carried on this conversation by shouting to each other across humming of the moving sidewalk:

Him: Hey! I like your hair!
Me: Thanks!
Him: It's really bright.
Me: Yup.
Him: What's your mom think?
Me: She hasn't seen it yet. (This was a lie. She doesn't particularly like it, but my haircolor is probably the least of my mom's worries about me.)
Him: Oh. You have a boyfriend?
Me: Not exactly. (Actually, not at all. Why'd I say that? I don't know. Maybe force of habit, from all those years when people would ask me if I had a boyfriend, and I had to decide whether or not to tell them about my girlfriend.)
Him: Oh. You will.
Me: Gosh, thanks. (I meant it, oddly.)
Him: Yeah, someday you will have a boyfriend. He'll teach you to change your hair back.
Me: Oh, um, okay ...
Him: Have a nice day!
Me: You, too, dude. You, too.

This was only the first of several bizarre interactions I had in between Miami Beach and home. In addition, I was mistaken once for a 16-year-old woman and once for a 14-year-old boy, encouraged to hurry up and give my parents grandbabies, asked if the baby sweater I was knitting was for my own child and also if it was for my younger sibling, and once I sat for two hours next to an older, apparently middle-class woman who was very earnestly engaged in reading Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickeled and Dimed, a book that was assigned to me three times in three years of college, and which makes me angrier than any other book I've ever read.

Mmm-mm, airports. Never a dull moment, I'm telling you.


Dane said...

Nickled and Dimed pisses me off too. I'm in Warsaw, about to get kicked off internet, or i'd write more.

Liora said...

I'm not so sure i actually understand what he said...

"I like your hair, but your boyfriend (which i prognosticate you'll get) will teach you for being such a rebel!"

i don't even know what to think about that

Anonymous said...

I just read the desciption for Nickeled and Dimed and it sounds very condescending.
Offensive and pointless too.

Anonymous said...

Do you have a younger sibling?

Davey says ... said...

Uh, not /that/ young. I don't have a child, either.

Anonymous said...

What does (s) he think about your new sexual identity?

Davey says ... said...

I don't have a "new sexual identity."
1)Transgender, genderqeer, etc. describe gender identities, not "sexual" identities.
2)It's not new; I've been identifying myself as transgedner and genderqueer for about six years.
What does my sibling think? She doesn't know, because I haven't spoken with her in about five years, since before I came out to my family. I haven't spoken with her because she's out of touch with this entire half of the family (she's my half sibling).
But the point of my original sibling comment was that I am too old to feasibly have a sibling young enough to wear a newborn-sized sweater. It wouldn't be impossible, but it would be very unlikely.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry, I didn'tmean to say sexual- i know the difference, it was a mistake.

I meant "new" in the relative sense, as I'm sure you didn't come out to your family when you were very young

And i understood the point of including the comment about your younger sibling/ child, I was just curious about the matter

Davey says ... said...

tsall good. who are you, anyway? because not many strangers read my blog. (if you do me the favor of answering, i will read it but not post it.)