Same story, different setting
Today I went to the store to pick up some things. My friend drove me, since I haven’t a car. I said, “I’ll be super quick, just wait here.” On the way out, I heard some loud whistling. And I was instantly reminded of how dangerous things are for women and for those within the lgbtq community, among others. I was very scared.
This could have been much worse for me. And in response, I could easily turn this into an opportunity for a longer post about how this kind of behavior should be evidence enough of the kind of sexist and/or misogynistic world we live in. I could talk about micro-aggressions, violence against women, and how women are objectified and their bodies publicized. But I think, instead, I will count myself lucky and hope that my mind doesn’t begin rationalizing that kind of behavior or cursing myself for allowing it to happen. I am too tired to expend more energy on this.