This is seriously like #NotAllMen in action right here or something.

I'm glad that this experience happens to you and that therefore as a result you are better able to relate to the women that (probably) surround your daily life and (probably) have experienced this kind of behavior from men - not limited to being ordered to smile, but in general the idea that a strange man can walk up to a female and just tell her what he thinks she should do - repeatedly, perhaps even ad nauseum, throughout their lives.

I am glad that for a few moments in your life you are able to experience what is a common phenomenon for women, not something that happens once in their life but repeatedly, consistently, throughout pretty much their entire lifetime. Something that happens not only to a single woman but to women, as a group, in general. It's almost like this shared collective experience/sisterhood that you can be a part of now!

(Hmm, and they wonder why people who are discriminated against tend to group together. Shared experiences. Shared discrimination. Look, we can even have commentary on how being told to smile makes you feel.)

I'm glad that you were able to experience what it's like to be told that "You don't look happy enough for me, I consider it my prerogative to tell you to look happier. No, I don't care why you don't look happy. I just need your unhappy mug to stop messing up my enjoyable view." Or "It is more important that a woman appear to be happy than be happy." Or in other words, a woman's face is far more important than what's going on in her head, and plenty of men seem to feel that they have the right to tell strange women what to do with their faces, which means that hierarchically, what a woman thinks is probably even lower on the respect train.

It probably wasn't an enjoyable experience for you. I hate being told to smile. I hate it when people think they have the right to tell me what to do with my life. It's a pretty overarching personality trait of mine and yeah, it does become a flaw at points. If you're anything like me you mentally told at least one of those women to go fuck herself, but you smiled and went on with her day because her intentions were just good. She didn't mean any harm.

This reminds me of laughing women eating salad for some reason, probably because in part apparently women have to be happy - i.e., look attractive, pleasing, non-aggressive, and non-disturbing when they're in public.