Why Don't Sistahs Compliment?

On more than one occasion I have stopped my conversation or even made an effort to get to a woman, especially a black woman, to compliment her on something I like about her, whether it's her hair, clothes, accessories or swagger, but it isn't likely that most black women do the same for me. Don't get me wrong, there are sistahs who have popped out of no where to ask where I've gotten something I have on or compliment me on an outfit or my hair, but I can count on one hand the number of times.



This morning as I was walking down the stairs of the subway to the D train, I spotted a woman standing on the platform. I watched her eyes start from my toes all the way up to my face and then back down again to my toes, as if she wanted me to be fully aware that she was looking me up and down. Maybe the gesture would not have been perceived as downright ugly if it were followed by a, "Girl you look nice" or "Where did you get that bag?" Instead her eyes made their way back up my body to my face where she met my reciprocated glare. Then take two happened with another sistah just steps away.



I don't get why women have to be so blatant in their disposition for someone they just lay eyes on. I kept walking down the platform as if I were on a runway for fashion week. Maybe the sway of my hips and attitude in my walk really gave them something to look at and if I was the interest that caught their eye this morning, well then I ain't mad at that...