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Go piss off the pregnant lady! (part 2)
Oct. 7th, 2008 09:59 pmIs letting the horn of your car sound when a woman passes by a form of abuse? Last week it felt like it.
When I walk home from the metro station, returning from singing class on Thursday evening, it's around half past eight. To my standards that's not late to wander on the streets on your own, especially since I'm walking around in my own neighbourhood. Still every so often a car passes, filled with four or five youngsters, who yell or honk or whatever. Usually I throw them a foul look and walk on. Walking around on your own, doesn't mean you're available for any kind of comment.
Last week I was tired and hungry and moody. I wanted to go home to eat and rest and prepare for my Friday classes. What I didn't want was some twat honking his car horn when I passed where he was parked. It being already dark outside, I couldn't see inside the car, but I turned around flipped my finger at the car and kept walking.
And then the passenger door flies open revealing a head asking why I did that kind of gesture. It made me so mad to see three guys sitting in that car, smoking their water pipe, that I nearly smashed the poor sod's fingers between the door. They probably had a good laugh out of it. I simply stayed angry, knowing that guys who are probably ten years younger than me, think they can shout whatever at a woman passing.
When I walk home from the metro station, returning from singing class on Thursday evening, it's around half past eight. To my standards that's not late to wander on the streets on your own, especially since I'm walking around in my own neighbourhood. Still every so often a car passes, filled with four or five youngsters, who yell or honk or whatever. Usually I throw them a foul look and walk on. Walking around on your own, doesn't mean you're available for any kind of comment.
Last week I was tired and hungry and moody. I wanted to go home to eat and rest and prepare for my Friday classes. What I didn't want was some twat honking his car horn when I passed where he was parked. It being already dark outside, I couldn't see inside the car, but I turned around flipped my finger at the car and kept walking.
And then the passenger door flies open revealing a head asking why I did that kind of gesture. It made me so mad to see three guys sitting in that car, smoking their water pipe, that I nearly smashed the poor sod's fingers between the door. They probably had a good laugh out of it. I simply stayed angry, knowing that guys who are probably ten years younger than me, think they can shout whatever at a woman passing.
