“Hey Baby!” “Weight/Wait”

 

SYNOPSIS

“Hey Baby” discusses the patriarchal social interactions between men and women on a daily basis. Harassing women in public is about claiming pubic space for abusers. It is about making the abused feel unwelcome, unwanted and powerless. Five girls try to deal and overcome the street harassment they endure everyday, while still believing in love for others…and themselves.

PLOT

After turning nine, going out in public, such as simply walking to school, was never the same. Especially since guys don’t always realize that the way to woo a lady is not by calling out, “Hey Baby!”

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CAST

Cadence: 12 yrs old/16 years old/ 24 yrs old. Upper-middle class. She’s a beautiful minority, a bit chubby, has child-like features as well as interests, but rather mature insight to life. Most around her are Caucasian. Although lives close by to other minorities, they are mostly working-middle class. Not snobby. Does not wear her emotions on her face, making her very hard to read.

Christie: 12 yrs old/16 years old/ 24 yrs old. Caucasian. Used to be fat, but turned into a beautiful girl. One of Cadence’s best friends. Into fashion, clothes, but most of all boys. Dates Jeremy.

Wendy: 12 yrs old/16 years old/ 24 yrs old. Caucasian. Very attractive, shy, quiet, embarrassed at her developing body. Gets raped later on by uncle. Does not know how to handle men, especially hasslers afterwards. Confronts harasser, beaten up, never really recovers…

Sarah: 12 yrs old/ 16 years old/ 24 yrs old. Caucasian. Loud, rambunctious, questions everything and anything, always confronts hasslers. Jeremy’s sister.

Alicia: Open race. 12 yrs old/ 16 years old Cadence befriends her when visiting Father in neighborhood.

Jeremy: 13 yrs old/17 years old/ 25 yrs old. He and friends do not believe men hassling women is a problem. Learns to respect women at the end when dating Christie. Sarah’s brother. Possibly dumps Christie after weight gain for skinnier gal.

Boys: Jeremy’s lackeys.

Catcallers: All races, socioeconomic class, physical looks.

Cadence’s Mother: Sassy, loves Cadence very much. Oblivious to Cadence’s troubles, separated. Lives in affluent neighborhood in a large house.

Cadence’s Father: Believes Cadence to insinuate the attention. Dating. Lives in working class neighborhood, although successful, because he wants to get in touch with his “black roots.” Irony is neighborhood not really African- American, just working class.

Written by: Remi

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It is against the law for men to ogle women from a moving car in Springfield; that has to be the most broken law in the history of broken laws. I received my first unwanted advancements there.

Fade In

Setting is New York. Focus in on the face of nine years old Cadence, who has been recovering from the news of her parent’s separation. We see her sitting, slumped on the kitchen table island, eating absentmindedly, while her parents semi-bitterly discuss plans on when Cadence’s father will bring her back over. She is visibly sad that her father is moving out of their home, a mansion on the lake. Her father tries to cheer her up by telling her that in his new home, he has decorated her room with Care Bears, her favorite. As they leave Cadence’s mother’s house, Cadence says goodbye and glances back at her mother twice. There is a focus on her mother, hand to face, slightly shaking her head, worriedly, as she is somewhat familiar with the neighborhood her Cadence’s father is moving into. Cadence’s father walks Cadence to his new home, about ten minutes away, in a working class lot. We hear the father talking about the neighborhood to Cadence in a positive light, although we see pictures of men staring at Cadence’s developing body. She is aware and uncomfortable, however, her father doesn’t notice because he is too busy trying to “sell” his house to Cadence. Entire audience becomes the exhibitioner as they feel the eyes of the cat callers on them when it shown on the screen. We see shots of their glinting, hungry eyes. We see shots of snarled mouths. It is not something desirable necessarily, more scary, especially for a child. Some guys wave silent “hi”s to Cadence while she looks past uneasily with an oblivious father.

 

Cadence’s Father

…And your room … is huge! I bought this place real cheap. I’m going to fix it up and sell it for…like triple the amount. And this will be good for you Cadence. I mean, you can see how the other half lives. Not everyone comes from money like your mom and I. You got it lucky, ok Cadence? It’s not so bad anyways. Our part, and it’s a temporary thing. Your mom and I are going to work things out. But for now, you’re going to love it…and I was going to wait for a while, but you’ve been good, so I’m taking you out…to the store, and you can have whatever you want…” Focus on Cadence father when says last part.

 

Cadence Narration

Talks over father’s voice. I never really noticed my body until it was pointed out to me.

[Music ]

More images of guys staring at her butt blatantly. Aware of comments being said and men’s facial expressions.

 

Cadence Narration

I found out later that women who receive a lot of male attention at an early age learn to deal with it in either two ways: They either become sexual too soon, thinking that any attention is good attention.

More clips of guys watching.

…Or like me, they learn to hate their body for causing all this attention.

Show clips of Cadence looking back at the men worried and scare, while father talks excitedly.

Fade Out.

Cut to

 

Presentation Titles

 

Three years has passed. Cadence is now twelve years old. Even more beautiful, still a bit chubby/curvy.

 

Cadence Narration

I was twelve years old, and all my female friends were asking for advice about their newest crushes on Smith, Jeremy and/or Tim.

SCENE I – CADENCE’S MOTHER’S HOUSE

Heaps of shots of the girls having fun. Sleepover with friends in crowded room filled with food, magazines, and television set on. Girls are discussing boys, clothes, their bodies, etc, except for Cadence. Cadence binges on junk food (not piggishly) and turns the television set to child-like shows.

Christie attempts to get Cadence’s attention.

Christie

Cadence! So tell me what Jeremy said to you while I escaped to the bathroom. You never tell me anything!

Sarah

Hey, no talk about my brother while I’m here…it’s just…nasty.

Cadence

Distractedly Uh…oh yea, yea, I don’t really remember much, he probably liked your hair. Something about your hair looking nice. Nods to herself in confirmation.

Christie

Ignores Sarah. But HOW did he say it? Was it like, Christie’s hair looks better curly? Or was it that I was ugly with straight hair. She pouts at this thought.

 

Cadence

Cadence gives evil grin. Yea, Something like that.

Sarah

Laughs and turns to Christie Hey, if you knew him like I knew him, you wouldn’t be freaking out…trust me…. honestly, stop the talks…

Christie

Christie gives Sarah a look and throws pillow at Cadence. Ahh Cadence, sometimes you suck! I wish you were girlier at times. Cadence half shrugs in response. Christie turns to Sarah…. You suck too. Sarah ignores comment, continues reading magazine. Girls begin discussing magazine article again while Cadence zones out, watching cartoons. Christie and Wendy talk amongst themselves, not secretly though.

Christie

Somewhat incredulous Look at her, she eats everything, this girl. Doesn’t care about her weight, that one. My mom would shoot me if I were like that…look at that Coke she’s guzzling; she doesn’t realize it’s just liquid calories. Points to all the food around Cadence. And she sees food in her belly…all I see are thousands of calories turning to fat. Cadence is only half listening, not really caring, however.

Wendy

Ha…not everyone cares so much Christie…

Sarah

 And you shouldn’t either if she’s comfortable. I eat the same way. Shrugs her shoulders.

Christie

But you can afford to…look how small you are.

Sarah

Oh shut up! Cadence’s fine.

Christie

Offended I know, I mean, for her health and all…that’s all I’m saying…

 

Cadence Narration

I never understood it, as I was the only one out of the group who seemingly didn’t care that I was without man; I was single, and did not think too much of it as we were only twelve. Twelve.

Christie

As if reading Cadence’s mind, Oh Cadence, you’re never going to find a anyone watching those baby shows and stuffing your face like you do. Rolls eyes, almost embarrassing Cadence by confirming this statement with the others, but has true concern in mind.

 

Cadence

Point in mind!

All girls laugh. Lights out.

SMASH CUT TO:

BLACK -

- AND THE TITLE: ‘Hey Baby’

TITLES BEGIN -

SCENE II – SCHOOL

School is private, mostly rich, students have required dress code. Mainly janitors. Jeremy shoves Sarah, and Sarah calls after “Creep”. Sarah walks away annoyed.

Boy

She’s going to get in trouble for that mouth of hers…your sister.

Jeremy

Ha…yea…she thinks she can handle herself.

Boys ogle group of girls, spitting out lewd remarks. Most girls have looks of utter disgust and try to conceal themselves, some girls laugh and wink (Christie), other girls ignore completely (Wendy). You see one good-looking boy in particular, Smith, linger eyes on one girl, Wendy, who looks away shyly. Boys do this to all except Cadence, which she doesn’t mind. Some guys completely ignore her, greet her like another guy friend, or glare at her. (Race-induced? Is there a past with these guys that we just don’t know about, leaves audience speculating) Cadence doesn’t really seem to notice. One boy, Jeremy, comes up to her.

Jeremy

What’s going on Cade?

Cadence

Expressionless Jeremy…not too much. Freaking over [Professor] Nimi’s test tomorrow.

Jeremy

Tell me about it. I don’t see why you are though, you’ve had First Honors your whole life. Pauses But I was actually wondering…what’s going on with Size Ds? Gestures on his own chest and points to Christie. She into me or what?

Cadence

Rolls eyes. Ha. You’re in. Jeremy looks happy as if he scored hugely and runs to catch up with the boys. Then runs back.

Jeremy

Ha…she is definitely something to look at after she lost like what? Fifty pounds? Jeremy looks a little embarrassed saying that to Cadence (because she’s considered overweight at school, because it was superficial?) and quickly says, Hey, what about Wendy for Smith? You think she’s into him any?

Cadence

Looks a little surprised. I don’t know…Wendy never really talks much about that stuff…

Jeremy

Thought so, I told the kid she was a dyke.

Cadence rolls eyes and laughs

Cadence

Ha…yea, she’s pretty ambiguous. Let’s hope not, I don’t want to have to deal with her trying to watch me shower when she spends the night.

Jeremy

Gives half laugh, not believing that she would find Cadence attractive if for real she is a lesbian, but also finds the thought amusing. Ha…yea…tell Sarah I’m not coming home after school, so have her catch a ride or something.

Jeremy gives Cadence a head up

Jeremy

…Later

And walks off…

Christie

Waits until she sees Jeremy disappears and runs up to Cadence all excited. What’d he say?! What’d he say?! She asks and Cadence fills her in while walking to class…

 

In distance we see janitors stare after Cadence and exchange looks of “damn” woah.

Fade Out.

 

SCENE III – IN FRONT OF CADENCE’S FATHER’S HOUSE

Girls go to Cadence’s father’s house for newest sleepover. Step out of car, discuss to get picked up at 12pm tomorrow morning, and say goodbye to Christie’s mother. Christie’s mom looks a bit weary of the neighborhood, and whispers to Christie.

Christie’s Mother

Why couldn’t Cadence’s Mom have the sleepover? Christie shrugs absentmindedly, oblivious to the scene of the neighborhood. Car goes away. As they cross the street, almost lingering while speaking to one another about classes, Jeremy, Smith….

Oggler (Caucasian)

In car passing by yelling clearly to Cadence. Focus on the oggler’s eyes, first on Cadence’s body for effect and then right at the audience where it appears they have become Cadence, so they understand the feel of becoming a exhibitioner once again. He is commenting for Cadence to clearly come over. Cadence ignores. Hey! Hey! Stupid b*tch…she needs to lose some weight so I can F*ck you!

Cadence

Looks confused, Asks friends. What’d he say?

Friends

Friends are surprised at the graphics of the heard remark, but cover it up to save Cadence’s feelings.

Sentences are a bit overlap as they think of lies to say.

Wendy

Uhh…

Christie

I didn’t really hear either…

Sarah

The car was going by too quickly…

Wendy

Yea.

Cadence thinks for a bit, but then all is forgotten quickly as she enters house with friends.

 

Say hello to Cadence’s father. Go upstairs. After watching TV and eating snacks, Sarah announces:

 

Sarah

Yo, I’m bored.

Christie

Sorry Cade, I am a little too.

 

Cadence

Cadence thinks for a moment, and then quickly brightens up.

The mall?!

 

Friends all look excited.

Girls

You know it! Yea!

Cadence tells dad they’re going. They walk to the mall. Ogled a bit, but nothing serious. Maybe a few kissing noise behind them, and following for a bit, but girls generally don’t notice, as they are engrossed in conversation. Men leave them alone.

 

Once inside mall, sketchy groups of guys immediately stare lustfully at girls, males stare especially at Cadence who has the most non-fitting clothes on, but the curviest figure. Almost attempting to come over, but catch themselves as girls are significantly younger. Make kissing noises at them. Whisper comments loud enough for girls to hear and ignore. Some of friends look uncomfortable. Christie smiles to herself. Wendy looks sickly, and Sarah stares at them dead in they eye and glare disgustedly. Boys laugh LOUDLY. Echoes of their laughter ring in their ear, but not too significant.

 

Hassler 1

What’s the matter? Points to Sarah This one don’t like men?

Sarah is steaming.

Wendy

Half-whispers, almost routine-like. Relax Sarah, don’t say anything, keep walking.
They keep walking, however hasslers half follow behind.

Hassler 2

Hasslers overhear Wendy’s advice to Sarah. You better listen to your girlfriend, or she might not give you any tonight! Boys snicker.

 

Girls look startled, a bit scared. All except for confident Sarah.

 

Sarah

I’m sure you know a lot about not getting any…being fat and ugly and all…
Girls look surprised, a bit scared at Sarah’s comment. Hasslers look taken aback as were not expecting Sarah to outburst.

Hassler 1

What the HELL you say to me? What B*TCH?!

Sarah mumbles under breath, obviously scared, but trying to appear tough.

Hasslers follow girls. Wendy turns around to apologize.

Hassler 1

You tell your girlfriend…you tell her…to watch her fuckin’ mouth if she doesn’t want to get beat.

Hasslers stop following. Sarah rolls eyes, but looks relieved. Wendy is still a bit nervous, and Cadence is a bit emotionless. Christie tries to appease situation by saying:

Christie

Guys are such assholes.

Inside trendy, clothing store. Girls look around; collect items that might look nice on one another.

Cadence

Wendy, I forgot to tell you…Smith’s into you…what do you think?

Wendy

Yea? Well…I’m not really looking for a boyfriend right now.

Cadence

I figured.

Sarah

Smith? I don’t know anyone who would pass that up…nice Wendy, keep them guessing…I guess…

Christie

Yea, of course you’re not. Turns to the other girls. Wendy has this… thing, with men.

Sarah

Ah, shut up Christie! You have a thing for my brother; I wouldn’t ever call him a man. Snorts at the thought. Christie glares at her.

                          Wendy

Annoyed and turns to Christie. No I don’t…I’m too busy as it is, what with everything I do and you girls keep me busy enough…I don’t have time…

Christie

Laughs whatever.

Wendy

Annoyed whatever yourself.

Christie

Turns to Cadence. I never know why you don’t go for more fitting outfits. They would suit you well.

Sarah

Still a bit annoyed. Relax Christie, not everyone’s into the whole designer thing.

Cadence

I don’t have really have the body Christie…flab would just show through if I wore a shirt like that. Said casually. And my style’s more grungeeee.

Christie

Hey, I worked hard for this body…you can do the same. Cadence looks slightly annoyed at an oblivious Christie who shows legs off to the girls in a comical manner. Negative thirteen pounds later in two years, here they are!

Everyone laughs and shakes their heads incredulously at the fact that Christie actually did that in public.

 

Christie

But seriously Cade, buy this for now. It’s two sizes too small. It’ll be an incentive.

Cadence

Okay
Everyone is surprised at Cadence’s impetuous. Cadence takes it to the cashier register.

Cashier

I need a zip code, where do you live, Brooklyn? Bronx?…come on.

Cadence

Says boldly, No, Westchire, in Manhattan

 

Cashier looks quite surprised, and finishes ringing up goods.

Fade Out.

 

SCENE III – CADENCE’S HOME

In kitchen. Cadence takes out some food from the cupboard/fridge; her mother takes it out of Cadence’s hands and puts it back in the shelf, slightly shakes her head no, absentmindedly. Cadence’s mother informs her that she may have to start walking to her father’s house after school, as she just received a job offer, which she plans to accept. Cadence is fine with this, but tells her mother…

Cadence

Hesitates before asking in a nonchalant way Hey mom, what about all the guys…

Cadence Mother

Looks suspiciously What about them? Her mother raises an eyebrow. Are you trying to talk to them?

 

Cadence

Replies immediately. No! Disgusted at the thought.

Cadence Mother

Good, you’re too young; you know …you should be fine. You just walk and ignore. Pretty simple Cadence. Quickly discredits Cadence’s concerns and distracts herself with work.

Cadence thinks nothing more on this subject…

 

SCENE IV – STREET

Cadence walks to her father’s. She is bombarded with guys screaming, following her, she ignores all.

Cadence Narration

As I walked around modestly clad in a skirt covering knees and a fitting shirt, I had more than my share of cars slow past, keeping step to mine, ogling my developing physique, and making lewd remarks about it. At first, I laughed and could not believe that my chunky thighs could evoke such animalistic behaviors out of people, but I quickly became quite uncomfortable and rather angry and annoyed, especially by the type of men who behaved in this manner. I had guys pummel to help me find the certain brand of baby carrots that my mother had requested and I had guys who blatantly propositioned me solely with their eyes and body language, making sexual gyration moves to my body. All this was unwelcome, and I always wondered what I was doing wrong to insinuate these types of advances.

Hassler

Hey baby! You have a sweet ass! I can’t be in the same WORLD with your sweet ass!

Cadence Ignores comment but appears slightly uncomfortable.

Hassler 2 puts arm around Cadence. Cadence shrugs him off. Grabs Cadence’s bum, and Cadence yells and runs. Hassler 2 runs after her, but finally stops and laughs loudly after her.

Fade Out.

SCENE V – SCHOOL

We see Jeremy and friends are in deep discussion. We find out soon enough that they are rating girls as they walk past their tables in the cafeteria. As Cadence passes, one boys yells out, “Give her a solid five… until her ass goes down.” Gestures with his hands. Cadence lowers her head, attempts to hide her body and generally feels awkward.

Cadence Narration

I hated being an unsuspecting beauty pageant participant.

It reminds Cadence to tell her friends about walking to school yesterday afternoon. Cadence tells a brief account of what happened to her friends. Christie rolls her eyes.

Christie

Shrugs. Guys will be guys.

Wendy

Umm…no! You shouldn’t ever take that, Cadence! You need to carry mace or something and call the cops!

Sarah

What I do is make the asshole repeat himself. “Excuse me, I didn’t hear you. What’d you say?” they get so embarrassed! They don’t plan on being confronted, and when the ass repeats it out-of-context, usually in a monotone, he realizes how stupid he sounds…

Cadence

Ha…true, but that doesn’t always happen…I mean, a lot of guys get really pissed off…and that leads to other things…

Christie

Yea, it really is bad. Christie sighs. It’s like I have to walk with Jeremy or some other guy everywhere I go if I don’t want to get bothered.

Sarah

Isn’t that sad? The only way to stop a guy is to have a guy. Everyone’s just too damn SEXUAL!

Wendy

But Sarah… It’s not even about sex! I mean…at the least, it’s about attractiveness, they think you look good, but it’s mostly about power! It’s this power… to stare at someone knowing the fact that they won’t be able to do a damn thing. The power to grab and violate someone else and that person too scared, so they simply walk on as if it didn’t happened…

The girls ponder this thought. Curious as to how Wendy knew so much.

Wendy

Says intently, You have to be careful Cade, I can pick you up, you know that. Tomorrow, okay?

Cadence

Without a thought replies Cool, thanks.

Cadence is now in front of the mirror in her room, critiquing her developing body.

Cadence Narration

I hated that we were only growing older and only becoming more of a sexual object for these guys to peruse as if we were the newest Pent House issue. My chunks were turning into curves and a round ass. And there was nothing I could do to hide it.

Attempts to hide parts of body: ass, and chest. Gives up frustrated.

Flips through clothes in her closet. Hesitates on a skirt and opts for a baggy outfit to cover figure.

Later that day, Cadence and her father go to the grocery to get more food for the house. While there, 2 boys slow down to stare lingeringly at Cadence while in the company of her father. Boys seem to not care that her father is walking her, and stare lustfully while sizing her body up and down. The father looks embarrassed, but most of all, rather annoyed. While they walk, another boy stops what he is doing to take a good look at Cadence.

Cadence Father

Assholes, what are you wearing to receive this…I guess your bum is a going to draw attention when it’s that big…ha…but um, does this happen, even when I’m not here?

Cadence

Replies softly, Yea…hey…I need to get something…you know, it’s that time…

Cadence father

All right. You want steak tonight?

Cadence

Oooh yea!

Cadence goes to shop by herself for more personal items. She stops at the aisle that sells diuretics, diet pills, etc. She picks up a diet pill package and reads it over. Shot superimposed of her butt and another of it significantly smaller. She slips it in her pocket.

Fade Out.

Fade In.

Cadence is now about 18 years old. Underweight, noticeable, although parents don’t seem to notice. Ready for college. She is back with her father in his neighborhood. Her father encourages her to go out, as she has been reluctant to leave the house because of the hassling. She goes out for a walk by herself, where she hears taunting, but ignores them with a frustrated look on her face. She sees a girl who is surrounded by guys harassing her. Cadence stops to watch.

 

SCENE VI – STREETS

Alicia

Look, I’m just tryin’ to get home, ok? I don’t want any problems!

Hassler

Oh, okay…you think you too good?

Alicia

Trying to sound calm. Ha…no, man…I just want to get home. That’s all.

Hasslers laugh.

Hassler 2

You too fine to walk home by yourself, let me walk you.

Alicia

I’m all right…

Cadence decides to “save” her at this point.

Cadence

Hey Tonya, your mom’s been waiting for you for a while now.

Alicia looks up in a attitude and surprise but goes along with it.

Alicia

Yea, see that’s my cousin, I have to go.

The hasslers look confused and attempt to hit on Cadence.

Harasser

Heyyy. Size her up and down.

Cadence ignores and Alicia joins her.

Scream after them, “Tonya! Yo…Yo Tonya!” for a while before giving up.

Alicia

Alicia looks Cadence up and down. And it’s Alicia. She says to Cadence with attitude.

Cadence

And you’re welcome.

They walk in silence for a bit. Cadence hesitantly turns to Alicia.

Cadence

Hey…does this thing happen a lot where you’re from?

Alicia realizes right then Cadence’s not from the neighborhood.

Alicia

What do you mean, where I’m from? Nah! She says abruptly. She then changes and quickly says, Yea, the boys can be brutal here. Once they see a female, they pounce.

Cadence

Why don’t you do something about it! Call the police, I don’t think they would have left you alone if I wasn’t there…

Alicia stops walking and stares at Cadence.

Alicia

What the hell is there to do? They are just going to get angry. I’m not trying to get more dudes in jail for something like that. She gives Cadence a sideways look.

They walk a little more, and Alicia says,

Alicia

That’s my place.

They realize they live about three houses down from one another.

Cadence

Allright, cool.

Fade Out.

SCENE VII – LUNCH

Girls discuss most recent sexual harassment encounters with Jeremy and friends, who are growing increasingly annoyed. Cadence discusses how one guy stopped to stare at her the entire time she and her father shopped for goods.

Cadence

…It’s always about my ass!

Guy

Guy snickers. What? So some guys just find you too hot to avert their gaze.

Group of guys laugh at this thought.

Wendy

It’s really not that funny. That’s the lightest of it too. It’s not so funny when a guy screams out, “I’ll eat your c*nt, b*tch”.

Girls all look shocked and asked Wendy if that happened to her. She nods “yes.”

Jeremy

Seemingly underscores Wendy’s “rant”. It’s like you can’t tell a girl she looks good anymore. Yea, so what if I call out, “Nice tits!” It’s because she does! Girls like compliments! Don’t lie that you don’t.

All girls appear annoyed and incredulous, except Cadence, who half agrees with Jeremy as she’s never really experienced a genuine complement.

Sarah, clearly annoyed at Cadence says,

Don’t agree with them! So when a guy shouts out the car, “Lose some weight, so I can F*ck you, that’s a compliment, huh Cadence?!
Close up of Cadence eyes superimposed with the scene of guy shouting out comment to her. Cadence realizes that she is referring to the other day at the mall. She quickly understands that that is what the guy shouted to her as she entered the shopping department. Her smile quickly vanishes.

Sarah

Well, if you can say tell us that we’re looking good…don’t get pissed if we tell you you’re ugly!

Girls nod in agreement.

Jeremy

No way…the guy is just pointing out good assets on a woman. We do it to everyone. Don’t feel special. That’s all.

Sarah

Turns to the girls in disbelief at this comment. See? That’s what I’m saying.

Wendy

No matter how much you try to dismiss it as an annoyance rather than a threat; no matter how much you insist that someone, somewhere is advocating litigation, the fact remains that you are simply arguing that the rights of men’s speech not to be “abridged” somehow supersedes the right of women to tell the men they are fuckwits.

Jeremy

Some guys can’t help themselves when they see such beautiful women as yourselves.

Guys snicker

Sarah

Picks up on the sarcasm. Bullshit! Most of these guys don’t even catch my face! They just see a pair of female legs walking and feel the need to respond, because it’s power. And don’t tell me they can’t help themselves. You’re acting like their animals. I’ve watched guys go about living their day-to-day lives without forcing sexual opinions and observations on every woman that walks past.

Sarah

Every day of my life, and I’m not exaggerating, every single day of my life when walking down the street, I am harassed by men.

Girls

Yea, yea! Me too…seriously…

Guys

We’re programmed to do it!

Sarah

I’m also “programmed” to get hips, my period and get pregnant at twelve. Should I be punished for that?

Jeremy

Looks incredulous

What are you talking about? I barely ever hear catcalls or rude comments made to women on the street. In fact I can’t even remember the last time it happened in my presence. I wonder where all this stuff is taking place that I see it so rarely.

Wendy

I’m just amazed that men don’t seem to realize the extent of harassment, whether or not they see it as something serious. It’s like it’s only a problem if it makes you fear for your safety.

Christie

Yea, I mean, these guys know that I can’t defend myself against them. They makes these remarks because nothing is going to happen to them.

Wendy

Nods in agreement…My guy friend finally got sick of his girlfriend complaining about men harassing her, and one day he followed her down the street (she knew he was there) a few paces behind, to see if she really was treated differently without the ‘protection’ of a man. He admitted that he was shocked at all the unwanted attention that she received.

 

Cadence

Turns to Jeremy. Hey Jeremy, why don’t we try that? You live close by, I’m going to my dad’s – it’s always the worst over there. Follow behind me and see for yourself. Cool?

 

Jeremy

Appears emotionless. Okay.

Boy 3

Sarcastically Hey maybe you girls should start a Men-Hating Club, seeing as how this is so bothersome to you.

Boys snicker

Christie

See? That’s so wrong. All I’m asking for is not to get disrespected, and when I do, I’m considered some type of femi-Nazi.

Jeremy

No, all I’m wondering is why do you think anyone is entitled to never hear annoying statements from strangers? You girls have this mindset points to head that the entire world has a duty to reshape itself to avoid annoying any particular person.

Girls are incredulous once again. Cadence is silent.

Jeremy

Hey, I wouldn’t even mind if a Gay called me Sweet Ass! He would just be confirming the obvious. I’m looking good! He and his friends slap hands. Some of his friends shake their heads, disagreeing.

Boy 2

I don’t know man…that actually happened to me once…I hate if a guy said something to me…so I guess I kind of understand where you girls are coming from.

Christie

Turns to Jeremy incredulously You just don’t get it, do you, Jeremy? A guy getting a “nice ass!” from another guy walking down the street probably won’t be much more than an annoyance; a girl getting the same treatment will be annoyed and she would try to figure out whether she might actually be attacked.

Sarah

I remember seeing this sign reading “Real men don’t use porn!” Ha…right, because they’ve got “real women” to harass. What’s also interesting is that gay comment you said. Points to Boy 2. Remember that whole Gay debate, if we “allow” gays to serve in the military, straight servicemen would feel uncomfortable in the showers with gay men who might be looking at them “that way”? What way you ask? Why, just like many men look at women, “normally and naturally”? QUOTE

Girls

Whoa, that’s so true…

Jeremy

Hey Christie, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it before Sarah and Fem- friends got you in to this.

Christie,

Sheepishly says, That’s not entirely true… I mean, at first it was nice knowing that guys found me attractive and all, but now, it’s just kind of scary, especially considering the things some guys do. I mean, you can get raped…

Jeremy

Looks baffled and irritated JEEZ! You’re NOT going to get RAPED CHRISTIE!

Wendy

Quietly, but strongly asks, Yea?

Sarah

Personally, when a man on the street harasses me, I don’t think about the number of men that commit rape, or how likely it is to happen. I worry that it will happen.

Girls all agree

Jeremy

Fine, but I’m wondering, if some Stallion-type came up and did it to you, you actually going to tell me you’d get all bothered like you are now?

Most girls answer,

Yes!

Some girls are hesitant and consider this.

Sarah

I mean, I see what you’re trying to say here. But I’m telling you. In all honesty, all these men are creeps; they’re looks are nothing, if they’re acting like pigs. But I’m going to tell you this; not one of them has ever been good looking, and who knows? Maybe it’s because of the way they’re acting too, I don’t even see their faces.

Wendy

And what’s scary is the mere fact that some men are do not only consider it acceptable but are often trained to harass women on a regular basis is, indeed, a symbolic representation of the objectification of women.

Girls all agree.

Jeremy

Turns to the girls. Okay, okay, so I understand you sensitive types don’t like it. Waiving to his friends. We’re good guys, all right?

Sarah

Well, you “good guys” have a responsibility here, too. Silence equals acceptance. Looks around. You guys have to say something to others when you see women being harassed on the street. Until that happens, I must continue to struggle against stereotyping every man as an “enemy” on par with those guys outside the sandwich shop.

 

Jeremy says quietly, loud enough for only his friends to hear, dumbfounded, almost laughing,

Jeremy

How does she expect me to say something to another guy?

Cadence is at breakfast with family. When she goes to take her portions, she remembers the comment the guy from the car made, echoing in her mind. She decides to go for a much smaller portion. No one notices.

Cadence’s Mother

Your father wants you to come by.

Cadence

Yea?

Cadence’s Mother

Yea.

Cadence goes up to her room and into her own bathroom. [Lights are dim, classical music plays] She stares at herself in the mirror; audience assumes she is examining her body after finding out the harasser’s comment. There is a moment where the camera focuses in on the parts that Cadence finds “unattractive”: her thighs, her cheeks, her stomach, and her breasts. She touches each part with a look of scorn and sadness.

Cadence goes starts walking down her street, and closer towards her father’s house. Along the way, she is bombarded with dirty men staring at her lustfully. She tries to ignore it.

Hassler

Hey sweet thang!

Cadence ignores this.

Hassler

He gets in her face. I’m talking to you sweet ass.

Cadence

LEAVE ME ALONE

Hassler, seemingly shocked, grows angry

Hassler

Didn’t your daddy teach you to NEVER yell at a grown man giving you a compliment?

He gets closer to her as if to strike. Jeremy is around, watching the exchange.

Jeremy

Didn’t she tell you to leave her alone?

Hassler looks at Jeremy menacingly, but declines, mumbling under his breath. Cadence looks relieved

Cadence

Thanks…

Hasslers start a commotion

Hassler 2

Why you with the white dude?

Cadence stares incredulously, especially since hassler who questions has his arm on a Caucasion woman who laughs at this question. She gives him a look of “looks who’s talking,” and proceeds to walk to school with Jeremy.

 Hassler

Screams out after them Stupid b*tch likes white dudes!

Walk in silence for a bit. Jeremy looks uncomfortable, whether to console Cadence or not.

Jeremy

Cadence…I can’t believe that kind of crap happens all the time…

Cadence

Yeah? Well, welcome to my world. Or Christie’s even. Or every other damn girl out there…

Jeremy

Seriously, you’re right. It’s crazy…it’s like you have no control over what people say to you. Guys are lucky…no one pays attention to us…

Cadence

Ha…

Jeremy

But yea…I’m sorry…

Fade Out

SCENE VIII – ALICIA & CADENCE

Sees guys that gave Alicia trouble first time they met trying to pick up more girls who stop and chat with them. Later on her walk, she sees Alicia walking by. They are now “cool”. Says hi, invites her in her Dads.

Alicia

Hey Cadence, you want some of this? Points to her food.

Cadence

No, I’m cool.

Alicia

Quickly turns to Cadence. Now I’ve been watching for a while, and didn’t want to say anything. But you don’t eat too much. What you trying to stay skinny for? Trying to be like your white friends or something? Trying to date a white boy? Damn…I’m proud of my curves and you should be too. I don’t know…maybe you two white for me Cadence…

 

Cadence looks surprised and hurt.

 

Alicia

Honestly, I don’t know what you’re parents were thinking about raising you the way they did. I mean, fine you got your “proper English” and private schooling, but the real things that matter…knowing who you are Alicia points to her hand suggesting her skin color…everything else is useless.

Cadence stares hard at Alicia.

Alicia

You don’t get it do you? That dude you were “saving” me from that time we met? That’s my beau. How you got all scared and crap, that’s the way we meet people. And you acting like we should start a revolution because of something like that…well…

Superimpose Cadence seeing those guys talking to other girls and Cadence’s eyes.

Cadence

Simply says aloud but pretty much to herself, If he can holla at you he can holla at anyone. Emotionless face.

Fade Out

 

Cadence’s walks in on a strange man conversing with her father. The man pulls out a photo from his pocket to show to Cadence’s dad.

Man

And there’s more of them. Look at that figure. Only in high school, just started. Oooh weee!

Camera focuses on photograph. The girl strongly resembles Alicia. Is it?

Cadence’s father laughs.

Man

I can get you one of them. Hell, I can get you more than one.

Cadence father thinks for a moment.

Cadence’s Father

Laughs I don’t know G…

Man

You better think about it.

Cadence’s Father

I’m trying to work things out with the wife…but I’ll let you. Let me see that picture again…damn!

Cadence ponders walking in. But decides to head straight to the kitchen.

Cadence Narration

The most common misconception was that Anorexics do not eat. Hell…we eat, but not so much, but when we do…

Show scenes of Cadence binging on different foods while her father’s voice rings in her head saying, “You can have whatever you want. Whatever you want” Sounds a bit nasty now as opposed to soothing.  And she does, she helps herself to pies, and cookies, and lasagna, and soda, etc. Very disgusting scene. Piles of wrappers everywhere.

Cadence Narration

My weight never scared me because I was not skinny… but my habits scare me.

SCENE VIII – WENDY & CADENCE

Cadence has lost significant weight. Becomes more reclusive and withdrawn.

Wendy

So Cadence, how are you doing?

Cadence

Great…dad’s finally talking to mom again, so I’m happy about that…

Wendy

Cuts Cadence off. No Cadence, how are you really doing.

Cadence stares at her, confused.

Wendy

I see you…and you’ve lost a lot of weight, which is nice, Choosy about words as don’t want to offend Cadence don’t get me wrong. But I also watch you and you’re not eating, Cade. You don’t eat.

Cadence

Surprised. I eat. I eat all the time…

Wendy

What you eat for dinner is what normal people eat for snacks! Cadence looks taken aback You’re eating just to get by, oh Cadence, don’t lie to me, I know what you’re doing. Cadence gives blank stare I know what you’re doing because I did it…do it… too.

.

 

Wendy

I’m going to tell you something about my past…I never speak about it, so it’ll be hard for me…

Cadence looks confused, not sure what emotion to respond with.

Wendy

When I was five years old… my dad’s brother came to live with us right after he graduated from college. I guess he couldn’t find a job or something, I don’t know. He was my favorite, Cade. And he used to come and read to me every night before bed, which I loved. But he started telling me weird things about how I was pretty, etc. And hug me a lot, and…

 

Cadence

No…

Wendy

Yea…he raped me. But I didn’t know if it was rape, because it felt good, you know? Cadence, believe me though. I never wanted it. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t figure what. I mean, yes he was my uncle, yes he was touching me in places where no one else touched me, and yea he made me promise it was this special bond between us, but I didn’t understand, Cadence, I swear!

Wendy starts crying.

 

Cadence

Crying I believe you, Wendy, of course I do.

Wendy

The weird thing was I went for a walk right after. Knowing that what just happened was wrong. I was really upset, and I remember this man coming up to me and saying Smile! He knew nothing about my life or me. And he expected me to smile to please him. I hate that.

Cadence

Says dryly. It’s that whole male fantasy play where women should always look attractive and happy to see a man.

Wendy

My parents found out, and he’s in jail now, but…that’s what Christie meant by me having a weird thing with guys…she doesn’t know exactly what, but I guess she figures since I was giving Smith any face, I must be weird with guys….I’m just not ready to give that part of me again…but I wanted to tell you because I see what you’re doing to yourself…because I did the same thing. I was anorexic for years to cope with it. I’m not better, but I’m recovering Cade. And I really don’t want you to struggle with such a hell that is the disease.

Cadence

I don’t know what to say…

Wendy

Firmly You need to see someone…I mean, you have to learn what triggered it to stop it.

Cadence

Yea…well, that’s the thing. I know what triggered it. Oh Wendy, I feel so weak with this. I mean, here I am starving myself, because I hate that these guys watching my body, and commenting on my body, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. So here I am controlling the one thing I can to make it stop. I figure if there’s nothing to look at, there’s nothing for them to say…

Wendy pulls Cadence close to her in long embrace.

Wendy

But you have to be… see? We’ll help each other Cadence, because we know what’s going on…

 Cadence Narration***

Crying I’m not ready yet Wendy. I’m not ready.

Fade Out.

 

Cadence has been diagnosed with a severe case of Anorexia Nervosa and has entered into inpatient care. There are scenes of Cadence with other Anorexic patients during some type of dialogue session. One anorectic turns and say to Cadence, “I never knew black people could get this too,” very innocently. Cadence says nothing. We see a shot of Cadence and other girls using the bathroom. The stalls are left open and they are singing the ABCs while they pee. We are not told the reason, although this is to make sure that they do not purge their food. Cadence checks her underwear and sees blood. Sighs.

Cadence Narration

It was really sad that my period was now an indicator of my getting too much weight.

 

We see Cadence in bed staring at what appears to be nothing. We see her room is decorated in Care Bears, a blast from her past, which also should symbolize the use of her Anorexia to stay forever child-like. Perhaps thinking. A knock and Christie enters.

Christie

Hey…how are you doing?

Cadence

Gets up a bit Hey…I’m…good…

Christie
I just wanted to visit…

Cadence

I appreciate that.

 

Christie

Yea…man Cadence…I feel it was all my fault.

 

Cadence

Startled. What do you mean?

 

Christie

Come off with it! I would always tell you about your weight. I want you to know…it bothered me so much back then…that you didn’t care, that you were so confident, that you were so much bigger than me, and I couldn’t do that. But I never meant for you to…starts sobbing

Cadence

Christie…looking for right things to say to her…I admit that it didn’t help, your comments…but you didn’t do trigger me Christie flickers to silent shouting of hassler who told her to lose weight…flicker to hasslers ogling at her body parts…flicker to school boys rating her as she walks past… it wasn’t you…everyone had a say in my weight.

I’ve wanted to run amok in my hall in my panties and bra. I’m going to wear tiny little tight nothing clothing. I’m going to look like fragile gorgeous frail crap, like the “heroin chic” models pinned up on my wall, have waists and thighs like my posters of P!ink and Angelina Jolie, pass for David Bowie’s body double (I think he has the perfect body), swap clothes with Lara Flynn Boyle, get away with calling Jennifer Aniston fat and not just looking like a jealous chubby girl, get looks of relief and worry from cashiers ringing up my groceries rather than looks of mocking contempt, prove to my dad that I don’t eat constantly, prove to my cousin that I’m not a closet junk food junkie, prove to my mom I’ve escaped her grasp, prove to my brother that I have bones too, prove to myself that I’m not my mother. I won’t feel my ass behind me as I walk, won’t feel my tits in front of me when I run. I’ll see single digits in my jeans, double letters (XS) in my shirts. I’ll finally see a body that goes with my “pretty face”. I’ll swim naked. I’ll sit on people’s laps, I’ll be hated and admired at the same time by the same girls, I’ll stun my old classmates when we pretend to ignore each other across the theatre, I’ll belly dance, I’ll be a model of discipline at the gym rather than a laughable hopeless cause, I’ll see more ribs, I’ll shop in the expensive Euro import shops downtown, I’ll pass for a model or even a native when I go to Paris, I’ll return clothes for smaller sizes because they just hang on me instead of returning them for larger ones because they cling to my fat, I’ll get my navel pierced and my stomach tattooed, I’ll shed my old nicknames, I’ll fucking prove it to the world, I’ll conquer my impulses.

Christie

Cadence…what happened to us?

Before Cadence can reply, a rotund, nurse comes in that bears a great resemblance to Alicia, physically and personality-wise. She looks somewhat annoyed to see Christie and Cadence. She starts the routine of putting out Cadence’s pills for her to take.

Nurse

All right now, time’s up…I’m sure she’s happy you came.

Christie

Ignores nurse’s dry comment. Call me sometime…okay?

Cadence

Looks somewhat unsure, but mostly emotionless. Okay

Christie looks as if she wants to give Cadence a hug, but instead gives her a heartfelt look and leaves.

Nurse

Stares at Cadence in disgust. Figured.

Cadence

Cadence is somewhat confused and expressionless. What’s that?

Nurse

Whispers. Trying to be white. What with this disease. I knew you had to have white friends. They’re the ones who feel the need to get all skinny and weird like…counting bones is never beautiful. She eyes Cadence’s body.

Harassment is not something that is limited to male vs. female. I feel that I have been harassed in public with unwelcome advances, and insults. I’ve been made to feel unsafe on the street. I don’t practice this behavior myself and frankly I resent being lumped in with those who do. I also resent the fact that the women  feel that harassment on the streets is exclusively a problem for women perpetrated by men.

Protecting yourself isn’t a matter of security through obscurity, but of keeping an eye out for suspicious behavior. It just so happens that psychological profiles of rapists show that he often shares characteristics with the typical on-the- street catcaller: sees himself as simply “expressing his masculinity”; displays excessive bravado; gets a thrill out of the obvious displeasure he causes. How are women supposed to decide within a matter of seconds whether the guy following them down the street making lewd comments is doing so in good clean fun or if has something more sinister in mind? Why do they owe these strangers the benefit of the doubt?

Here’s a bad analogy: when you’re out shopping, where do you keep your money? In a pocket? In a wallet? Why? Not everyone you meet in public is a thief, and I am personally offended by the implication. Don’t let your neuroses leak into the public sphere, okay? If you’re walking around with a wad of cash and I should shout “Hey, nice billfold!”– well, that’s just a compliment, okay? Statistically speaking, the chances that I want to mug you are small. Don’t be so uptight! You’re letting the pickpockets win!


Camera turns to an expressionless Cadence’s face who appears wrapped up in thought.

 

Nurse is going around harshly under her breath she mutters.

 

Nurse

Fucking wannabe whiteys.

Perhaps medication has made Cadence even more distant. She closes her eyes.

 

Cadence Narration

I was never too good at sleeping. I hated going to bed for the simple fact that I hated waking up. It was just so…uncomfortable…

Fade Out

 

Fade In

Cadence is still in her hospital bed. She closes her eyes.

See Cadence in front of a mirror now, staring at her shapeless face, critiquing it. She closes her eyes in disgust for a moment. When she opens them again…

See Christie and Jeremy, more holding on to one another, than really cuddling, on a couch.

See Cadence open her hospital gown slowly, getting ready to peer at her body.

See Sarah shout something out at two random guys who are catcalling. There is an altercation. We may have seen Wendy there, but she now is nowhere to be seen.

Cadence closes her eyes once again while still staring in the mirror.

See shots of Wendy alone in dim room frantic and looking/feeling out of control. See Wendy purging while shots of guy raping Sarah superimposed on shots of implied uncle raping Wendy. [The purge symbolizes Wendy trying to purge out her feelings of the parallel between her rape and Sarah’s…] Camera goes through toilet and goes to another shot…

We see a shot of Jeremy looking uneasy almost jerking up, as if he knows something wrong has just happened.

We see Wendy fall over on the toilet.

We see Christie ask Jeremy a silent, “what’s wrong,” and looking concerned and a bit startled.

We see a limp body next to the toilet. It is Wendy and she is obviously dead. Audience is to assume it was suicide or complications from her eating disorder and self-induced purging as it is not explained.

See shots of Cadence staring at her body…disturbingly underweight…she looks uneasy, although satisfied/ happy at same time. She picks up phone to call Wendy and tell her that she has not recovered…her mom answers hysterically crying.

 

Cadence

Wendy.

 

Wendy’s Mother through phone line

Replies weakly, hoping perhaps it is actually Wendy on the line. Wendy? Than “recuperates” They killed her.

Cadence

Confused, attempting to understand. What? Mrs. Kindle?

Wendy’s Mother

They killed her! Wendy…

Cadence

Confused still, more incessant Wendy…she’s dead? Who killed her?!

Wendy’s Mother

Rape… doesn’t really answer question, but Audience assumes that this answer satisfies question. And could be actual, intended reply. WHAT HAPPENED?????! Her frantic, screaming voice echoes through.

 

Audience learns what happened…

This is a more detailed shot of the superimposed shots of what was shown before. We see random hasslers whom Sarah exchanged words with. They are now on the streets and recognize the girls. You see them say something to her and Sarah yelling back, Wendy trying to pull her away. We see hasslers grab and corner Sarah and Wendy against a cyclone fence as they tried to grab their breasts and crotch, in broad daylight and attempt to rape them. You see Wendy escape, but freeze behind bushes, while she sees hassler rape her friend. First time you see Sarah weak, and Wendy can only stand, frozen, watching Sarah get raped, in utter horror. You see this scene is superimposed with scene of her own rape from uncle.

Fade Out.

We hear screaming, and zooms out on a shaken Cadence. This is really the first time that the audience sees any real emotion on her face.

Cadence Narration

When you’re anorexic, you tend to lose sight on when you’re hungry.

As if getting the chance to say what she had wished she had to Alicia, she replies to the nurse harshly, but quietly.

Cadence

I have been sexually assaulted, beaten, fondled, & intimidated by men who in their evil, sick minds thought it was okay to do this to a then-11 year-old little girl. I am now 20 & while I’m certainly no feminist, I’m very aware of people hitting on me in a threatening way & I try not to seem open or inviting to that type. No one asks for this to happen. It doesn’t matter if a woman walks down the street in a skirt & heels…the point is, if she feels threatened in any way, it IS harassment under the pretense of flattery.

Of course, in an ideal world, no one should be harassed by anyone else in public at all. But the truth of the matter is that male-on-female harassment is both a) several orders of magnitude more frequent and 2) exists within a context of near-perpetual male-on-female sexual assaults that simply has no equivalent with male-on-male situations (outside of a superJeremy prison, perhaps).

It’s fairly common knowledge that sexual harassers sometimes get angry and physically threatening when publicly chastised for their behavior. Only censorship seen.

This is really one of the core problems with the American culture, the condoning of harassment and power trip behaviors from fraternity hazing, to giving nerdy kids wedgies, to making sexist and harassing remarks toward women on the street. It’s all the same and it’s all wrong.

It was often said that the worst-behaved on the streets are those who likely feel disempowered themselves…almost a way to gain a bit of power for themselves.

You remember watching the film about the drug-addicted guy, who in attempt to cut down his cravings, takes out his own eyeball and puts it in plant. You remember freaking out and asking what would possibly drive a person to do something like that. Your mother answers quietly, “drugs”. You remember this all now and think that the scariest part is, you don’t really need drugs to get that desperate.

 

 

We learn that Cadence was telling her story to a therapist or at some “Anonymous” meeting. She is now older, about mid 20s. She is stronger, healthier looking, still underweight, but gorgeous. We also learn that she has not been in touch with Sarah or Christie for about 7 years.

 

Therapist

I think you need to call them.

 

Cadence

Call them?

Wendy is now in a room that we assume is hers. We see her hesitate as she dials Sarah’s number and Christie’s number. Show shots of Cadence’s conversation with Sarah and the one with Christie. It is inter woven together.

 

Cadence

Hey Sarah…how’ve you been?

Christie…it’s been a while…how are you?

Sarah is does not appear as confident as her friends once new her. She holds herself while she picks up the phone.

Sarah

Wow…Cadence…I’ve been thinking about you…I have…and…I’ve been as good as can be expected, what about you?

Christie has gained weight, but looks good, although not happy with it.

Christie

I’m good… I’m good…It’s been a while, hasn’t it…how about yourself…how are you?

Cadence

Still cautious to what she asks both…I’ve been…okay, have you heard from Christie?

How’s Sarah…have you heard much?

Sarah

No, no I haven’t heard from anyone since…

Christie

…I was never good at keeping in touch, Cadence, you know that…

Cadence

Rushed I want to see you two, I…I need to see you two…and I think we should go see…Wendy…

Scene is mostly black and white with pale green leaves and tan and pink sky. (Similar to sepia). Autumn- like weather. Girls walk to cemetery to visit Wendy one last time, a bit more mature, more secure, and more alert. The girls have a note and put it on her grave. A close up shows that the note reads on the front: “For Wendy who sometimes never spoke enough. There’s a flower in your hair that will stay forever perfumed”. They stare at the grave, emotionless, consoling themselves. They leave and talk quietly amongst themselves.

We hear a snip of the girls’ conversation.

My pillars of secrecy collapsed when I had to see a campus doctor about a cold I had (and a mysteriously absent period), and needed him to defer a test for me. He remembered me from a year ago; he had remarked on what an engaging personality I had. But here I was, head hung low, eyes barely able to focus. He asked me if I had lost weight, so I made up a lie. He shot me a grimace that said “I don’t buy it honey” and then asked if I was under 100 pounds. “Yes” I replied, still not looking at him. So off I went to the campus psychiatrist, an ED specialist unbeknownst to me!

But I suppose my revelation happened only weeks ago. I was stubborn in my sessions with the specialist, spending most of the hour convincing him everything was hunky-dorry, and a-OK. Even when he gave me his glare of “you must be an idiot if you think you’re ok!” I still did not believe I had a problem. But a few weeks ago, as I was at the computer, I was resting my right hand over my left wrist. Suddenly, my attention was diverted to a sensation I had never felt before; my index finger and thumb not only touched as they encircled my wrist, but overlapped! I tried it with the other hand. I remember a time when only my middle finger and thumb touched. Here there was some serious overlapage!

And then I looked at my arms; the blood vessels stood out like blue yarn entangled under my skin, the hair on my arms, “lanugo” as it is called, stood up like blonde little wisps of algae, and my hands were no longer smooth, but lumpy, pale, and of a jaundiced yellow colour. Basically, I look sick.

Cadence

Says sullenly, I know how it’s going to end…it doesn’t.

Audience is not sure if this comment is referring to the problems in their lives, the catcalls in general, or perhaps the movie itself? It doesn’t really end?

A guy shouts after them,

Smile girls! You’re all beautiful…how can it be that bad?

Girls hesitate, half shaking their heads…but decide to just keep walking on… Loud echoing. IF HE ONLY KNEW! Singsong, almost like a female rocker screaming that out. Audience is not sure where that came from, but it’s loud, and shocking and closes the scene and whole movie.

END CREDITS

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Remi