The Invisible Woman
When Cakes and I walk to school, part of the trip is along a very busy road, and we share our path with joggers, cyclists, city workers, all the characters of a busy city morning. On the way to school, when I’m pushing Cakes’ stroller, I’m an invisible woman--nothing more than an obstacle to be navigated around. This morning a cute construction worker caught my eye. He deferentially allowed us to pass, looking the other way.
When I drop Cakes off, I leave the stroller at school and walk home, unencumbered. I’ve lost my invisibility cloak. On the way home today, I counted one whistle, one honk, and two up-and-down looks. I rolled my eyes on the outside, but I was smiling inside.
Does this make me a bad feminist?
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