Recently I rode up a subway escalator with a 20lb bag of fish tank gravel in my shoulder bag. The escalator runs the length of 3 flights of stairs so I am always grateful it is working. More so, on this particular day because of the weight I was carrying.
Ahead of me were two women in their 20’s dressed in outfits that perfectly flattered their bodies, tramp stamps and all. They spent the escalator ride boisterously discussing which of their friends was the biggest “ho”. The conversation was lost on me but I was happy to enjoy the scenery while riding up to the platform.
When they reached the top they stopped right at the mouth of the escalator and looked around trying to figure out where they were going. This is one of my biggest pet peeves when commuting.
I said “Excuse me” as the escalator prepared to dump me on top of them but, they ignored me. In an effort not to trip up the people behind me, I pushed past these two and headed off to my train. As I walked away one of them shouted at me. “Fuckin’ bastard!”
There are definitely times when a woman has to assert her self in order to be taken seriously. Amanda Kerwood, the heroine of my short story Trash is a strong, independent, successful woman. I wrote her that way because they are qualities I appreciate. Being a man, I may not be the best person to judge, but I think cursing out random strangers on the subway goes past assertive woman all the way to nasty bitch.
I believe Amanda would agree.
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