Thursday, October 4, 2012
Live Blogging This Blog
The concept of live blogging anything makes my eyes roll so hard. It makes regular blogging seem like it's devoid of narcissism by comparison.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
You know what is some maddening bullshit?
Tonight, a friend's band is playing at a pub that's less than a mile from my place. It's a nice night, parking is such a pain in the city, plus I'd lose my nice spot when I got home. I know I have a ride home, so why don't I walk?
Time to get ready. Hmm are these jeans too tight? I don't want any unwanted attention, but they're stretchy and comfortable, and they stay up without a belt. I've put on a long sleeved T over my tank top, should I wear something that covers me more? Do I need an extra-strength bra, in case it's chilly? Well my hair is down, I can't wear it up because women with ponytails and braids are easier targets for grabbing. And at least I don't have to think about my shoes, since I'm a sneakers person.
I can't listen to music or talk on the phone while I walk - those distractions could prevent me from noticing danger. It's a weeknight, so I don't have anyone to go with because everyone has to work in the morning.
I can't take the most direct route - the last time I went in that direction, at noon on a Wednesday, a drunk man lurched out of a construction site and asked me to have sex with him. And the time before that, two men followed me for awhile, keeping pace as I changed speeds and directions, even though I had a big dog with me. Maybe those men prefer to harass women during daylight hours, but I'd rather not find out.
I am thinking of the streets with the most traffic though, and they have to have lots of lights. I prefer walking against traffic on the one-ways, so I can see what's up a little better.
I actually considered calling my sister to tell her my route, destination, and what I'm wearing just in case.
I thought of all of this. All of it, and probably more. I even chided myself for doing something so stupid as considering walking to a bar alone. I know what happens to women who go out alone. And frankly, I'm afraid that my too tight jeans might become a talking point if it does.
My boyfriend texts: Wait for me. You should not go alone.
He's right, but he is hours from home.
Time to get ready. Hmm are these jeans too tight? I don't want any unwanted attention, but they're stretchy and comfortable, and they stay up without a belt. I've put on a long sleeved T over my tank top, should I wear something that covers me more? Do I need an extra-strength bra, in case it's chilly? Well my hair is down, I can't wear it up because women with ponytails and braids are easier targets for grabbing. And at least I don't have to think about my shoes, since I'm a sneakers person.
I can't listen to music or talk on the phone while I walk - those distractions could prevent me from noticing danger. It's a weeknight, so I don't have anyone to go with because everyone has to work in the morning.
I can't take the most direct route - the last time I went in that direction, at noon on a Wednesday, a drunk man lurched out of a construction site and asked me to have sex with him. And the time before that, two men followed me for awhile, keeping pace as I changed speeds and directions, even though I had a big dog with me. Maybe those men prefer to harass women during daylight hours, but I'd rather not find out.
I am thinking of the streets with the most traffic though, and they have to have lots of lights. I prefer walking against traffic on the one-ways, so I can see what's up a little better.
I actually considered calling my sister to tell her my route, destination, and what I'm wearing just in case.
I thought of all of this. All of it, and probably more. I even chided myself for doing something so stupid as considering walking to a bar alone. I know what happens to women who go out alone. And frankly, I'm afraid that my too tight jeans might become a talking point if it does.
My boyfriend texts: Wait for me. You should not go alone.
He's right, but he is hours from home.
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