08.15.07
Daily dose of womanhood
I was standing on the bus stop wearing a pair of wide, black jersey pants, a white piqué t-shirt, and high heeled two-tone shoes. Not that sexy, in my mind. This always happens, and although it sounds self-centered to others, too confident to others, or just impossible to some people, it always happens… that men passing by in their cars turn their heads or even stare so that I sometimes worry about their safety. This time the speed must have been around 80 km/h, the car was a medium sized truck, and the chauffeur was actually waving at me, the tap-dancer-wearing-a-top-hat kind of way, you know. Yikes. When I got on the bus, I had counted 12 male drivers that took a prolonged glance at me, while driving at the above mentioned speed. No wonder things happen.
When the bus reached a cross walk at Mannerheimintie / Töölö, I almost got a heart attack: the driver somehow gets stuck honking the horn wildly. Then I see this woman, who had been crossing the street taking her time, as she was right: there were no traffic lights, but there was a cross walk. The driver then continues to swear (v***u, v***u s****na) and so on. After driving a while, still cursing aggressively, the driver, again, honks the horn. Automaticly I think there is another adventurous but stricktly speaking correct person crossing the street – but no, there is no (other) reason – other than the previous, slowly walking woman. “Crazy bitch. Fucking bitch!”
I felt like being a man for a while. Is there nothing positive in womanhood? Oh yes, I forgot, being long haired and slim, that is being ogled at the bus stop. I realize the street walker could have been a man, but would he have become a bitch? Oh yes the driver, he was a man.
