Cool
It goes without saying that, because all smokers are so innately cool, they don’t necessarily feel the need to have me kiss-respect their feet every time they stop by my dirty corner for a crafty fag. Here, for example, we see two ultra-cool and laid back Gynarchy workers enjoying a cigarette during their lunch break – yet neither one feels compelled to have me kiss-worship their dirty shoes or boots, although the young woman does very deliberately choose to stand directly in front of my face, thereby ensuring that my whole humble field of vision is dominated by the backs of her hardworking boots and socks!
Needless to say also, I don’tlook cool. On the contrary, I look stupid – being forced as I am to study the backs of a girl’s boots and socks!