what can a girl do?

So, this is what happened this afternoon:

I walk into Wal-Mart (please, nobody shoot me) unshowered, unmakeupped, bloated, breaking out, dressed in old jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers, with my unwashed, unbrushed hair pulled carelessly back into a half-done ponytail -- the American woman's equivalent of a burlap sack. Not only modest, but sloppy and downright unfeminine.

Some creepy guy ogles me, and when I notice, says, as if compelled, "Sweet ass," and "You're kind of sexy."

I was coldly polite and strode away in as much of an opposite direction as possible.

The only thing more I could have done was wear a ski mask. But maybe that wouldn't have helped either.

I give up, folks! I give up.