On my way to my Grandfather's funeral, I was in the checkout line, buying a bag of ice. Same random asshole told me that I would be a whole lot prettier if I smiled.

FFS.

I have had complete strangers (male) come up to me and tell me to “Smile!” (Of course when I was younger)

I always felt like saying Really …. Just leave me the f- - - alone! Who asked you?

Trump is the king of insecure people!

They're not supposed to get angry or worry or be disappointed in something some man has done. That's what men think. Women beg to differ. They have an entire range of emotions that may be reflected on their faces.

Nobody tells men not to frown or look angry. That's OK if you're a man, see. If you're a woman, though, such displays of emotion are troubling to men. And women are not ever supposed to trouble men. Or so the illogic goes.

If I were a woman, I'd be pissed if some moronic asshole told me to smile when I wasn't in a smiling place. I might respond, "Blow your smile out your ass, you creep." That might move the dickhead away from me.

I’ll bet if I said that to some asshole to told me to smile, he’d probably counter it with “Bitch!”

You're a bitch or a lesbian. Why else wouldn't you smile for a manly man, on demand. My personal favorite was "you must be on the rag" if you told them to fuck off.

We’re supposed to be so appreciative and flattered from any kind of male attention at all and if we find them gross and creepy, there must be something wrong with US!

I'm proud to carry that label.

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It goes beyond that. It's what abusers say to their victims, they have to smile so others won't trouble themselves to ask what's wrong. That way the victim has no place to tell. So smile, little girl/young lady/little missy, you look much prettier when you smile.

(I wouldn't expect you to know that part since you're probably not an abuser. Girls and women who have been there know what it means.)

It's a wonder men and women ever manage to get together, I think.

Makes me think of a cartoon, might have been Far Side, where god is constructing man from ingredients in jars and he somehow adds extra jerks.

he RAPES them. THEY have no choice at anything. HIS WAY or the HI-WAY!!

just commenting on my looks as they saw fit. I was in my early twenties and for some reason just accepted this obnoxious behavior. But finally I turned around to see who these jerks were, and one of them had a small child in their shopping cart. In spite of myself, I smiled at the child and the guy said "See? Smiling isn't so hard". I just kept smiling at the child, hoping they'd get the hint but I don't think they did. Don't know why I was so passive because they were creeps, but I guess I felt I had no options at the time.