Latin American Men Suck

I'm sick and tired of Latin America. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, an emptiness in my stomach, a ringing in my ears, dirt in my nose, dust in my hair, and the feeling that I was unwholesomly objectified more than 500 times in one afternoon. 

I hate the men here. Oh how suave they are! Oh how charming with their right to grab you at any moment! How special I feel whenever I'm walking and the men just stare! (Not) Sometimes I stare back. Sometimes I just walk with a daze in my eyes. Sometimes kids will whistle and think they are that much cooler. Sometimes they flip me off. Sometimes I flip them off. 

We are past the point of appreciating individual beauty, class, or aura. As long as I have boobs and a vagina I will be praised and given my goldstar: a stare. 

I hate men. Pay no attention to me, please. This isn't the attention I want or need. I will slaughter you all. 

And it really helps that I'm blonde and 5'9"