I
enjoy
alternet,
but hate the "this can't be real" reality they have to report about this world.
memory (vag monologues style, my friends): Munich, Germany, August 2007. Bike lanes are adjacent to each sidewalk in the city, which is awesome. I also love that I see women riding to work on bikes while wearing skirts. For some reason, this screams "I will wear and do what I want!" to me. Another reclaiming of the short skirt.
memory: Hempstead, New York, April 2008. I am riding my bicycle, a piece from the 70s given to me by my grandpa (now retired - the bike not the grandpa), on my way down the street to Planned Parenthood, where I work and learn joyfully. Wearing one of my typical knee length skirts, feeling good on a semi-spring day. A guy yells at me "Girl, what's wrong with you, you can't bike in a skirt!" I don't remember if I yelled back at him or just kept going, but either way, I guess I won.
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The other day, I was walking down the boardwalk on Coney Island, and some guy yelled at me, "Girl, you need a tan!"
What is with these people who feel the need to tell us what we can and can't do?
once in a while, i wear my only true mini skirt and only pair of heels and pound the streets of late night NYC with my friend who designs underwear...i always feel powerful in those moments.
we could try yelling "dude, get to the gym!" at random fellows, but that is counterproductive.
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