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?
Labels: on motherhood
posted by metro mama @ 9:23 AM
21 Comments:
nah.
just a normal one.
Absolutely not. Wanting to be appreciated for feminie beauty doesn't conflict with wanting equal rights for women. At my age, one wolf whistle can make my whole week.
Nice! I handle that the same way, on the rare occasion it happens....
Nope, not a bad feminist. It's amazing what a toddler extraction can do in terms of making one more bootylicious.
No. But it makes for a hot night with Mchotty.
Not a bad feminist, just a hot mama.
Sadly, I get no looks/whistles with or without the stroller. Sigh.
I remember - after a long, long dryspell - my first post-baby wolf whistle. I could have KISSED that skanky biker. But I refrained.
not at all!
and where exactly is this road?
I might just have to take a stroller-less stroll...;)
I'm with NoMo. No looks, whistles or honks in any case. Always invisible. sigh. (No, I figure as long as it's not outright rude or lewd, it can be taken as a compliment. Hey, you work at it, right?)
You're a hottie and I think you should work it! Knowing that others are admiring should make you smile. (And then toss your hair over your shoulder.)
Go you! I'm always invisible, so I can't relate, but if I got honked at, I'd smile, too.
Go you! ;)
bad feminist!
(kidding.) revelling in your womanhood and not wanting to be invisible while still being mature and intelligent enough to understand the slippery slope of objectification makes you my favourite kind of feminist. the kind I want to go to the bar with.
Nope! Enjoy it. Nothing wrong with that!!
Go you! Woohoo!
Perhaps if I could get my hair out of ponytails and perhaps pull together an outfit without sticky hand prints on it, perhaps I'd get noticed.
Then again, who am I kidding? :)
I think you should start taking the car
BP
i've never gotten a honk. or a whistle. or an up and down.
i'm jealous!
Not at all... I'm with nomo and kittenpie though.
i don't get whistles even when I don't have the stroller with me!
But if I did, I would definitely be smiling on the inside.
I get the odd up-and-down look, and it's not always from guys.
I am invisible a lot. Since being a mommy, I have gone from Twisted Cinderella to Princess's Mommy. I actually had someone holler across the road yesterday, "Hi Princess's Mommy!" OMG I have lost my name entirely. LOL Oh well, at least at work they know me, and if I had to lose my identity, I couldn't think of anyone cuter to lose it to.
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