It's bad.
First of all, people accuse you of staring all the time. In the Merchant's last time there was a guy taking to my friend Kasia, I turned around to take a look at where the voice was coming from - and the chap was outraged! He 'retaliated', I think: "Someone who spends an hour putting make-up on can't look at other people like they were mad!"
OK, first of all, it has taken me 5 minutes, second of all he was obviously mad as hell because he was talking to me like that. Can't I look at who is pushing their way past my bench in the pub? What is wrong???
Or in London, I was walking down the Oxford street, touristic-wise, taking my good ol' time but avoiding looking directly at any person, when this large black gentleman in a beautiful grey suit shouted towards me: 'averted eyes! averted eyes!' Well, of course I was averting the eyes, as I wanted not to stare at anyone and have some privacy touristicating.
I was shocked, but did my best not to let it show, lifted my eyes to the fist floor window and sailed away. But I decided to test it. Next day I went to Camden Town and this time I was taking good care to check all the people out up and down, paying attention to look at their bodies, especially legs. They loved it. They immediately started smiling at me, showing off their clothes. But I can't help thinking that it's rude.
First of all, people accuse you of staring all the time. In the Merchant's last time there was a guy taking to my friend Kasia, I turned around to take a look at where the voice was coming from - and the chap was outraged! He 'retaliated', I think: "Someone who spends an hour putting make-up on can't look at other people like they were mad!"
OK, first of all, it has taken me 5 minutes, second of all he was obviously mad as hell because he was talking to me like that. Can't I look at who is pushing their way past my bench in the pub? What is wrong???
Or in London, I was walking down the Oxford street, touristic-wise, taking my good ol' time but avoiding looking directly at any person, when this large black gentleman in a beautiful grey suit shouted towards me: 'averted eyes! averted eyes!' Well, of course I was averting the eyes, as I wanted not to stare at anyone and have some privacy touristicating.
I was shocked, but did my best not to let it show, lifted my eyes to the fist floor window and sailed away. But I decided to test it. Next day I went to Camden Town and this time I was taking good care to check all the people out up and down, paying attention to look at their bodies, especially legs. They loved it. They immediately started smiling at me, showing off their clothes. But I can't help thinking that it's rude.