My new apartment is close enough to my daily errands that I ride my bike more often than not. Cruising around town has introduced me to the phenomena known as street harassment. No one likes that guy, but it’s easy enough to ignore. I wore the pants I wear in this practice riding my bike to teach this evening and got three wolf whistles, one “Hey girl,” and one “Ay dios mio.” A guy in a Davy Crockett raccoon hat let me know that he didn’t “want to bother [me], but that [I am] gorgeous.” Additionally: “Have a nice day!” I don’t document this to suggest anything about beauty, but more to say if you’re going be that guy, hollering at a stranger, the raccoon hat comment had me smiling for three blocks, and the others were staunchly ignored.
My forearm scorpion is getting there! This is the first time I’ve seen how far way my toes are from my forehead – sigh.