Politics (scroll down for outfit post):
On Sunday, I took part in a peaceful public art/anti-violence initiative. Some of us were asked to hand out postcards that members of the public could sign and mail to the Prime Minister. Some of us left a few cards on car windshields in a nearby lot.
One arsewipe, a beefy thirty-something white guy, took exception to this strategy. He followed me through the parking lot, handed a postcard back, and then explained that we were not to put any more “shit” on his truck. Even after I said that we wouldn’t do so, he felt the need to tell me that he would “hurt” anyone who touched his truck, again. Apparently, the irony of threatening to do violence to a woman at an anti-violence (against women) initiative was lost on him.
Also, why the hell did he think it appropriate to threaten a perfect stranger, in broad daylight, in a busy parking lot? More importantly, how far does his sense of entitlement and apparent desire to dominate and intimidate extend in darker, or more private settings? In short, I am more shaken than I want to be; and I have even more respect for those who suffer actual physical violence, not just the threat of same.
This is not a teaching or meeting outfit. But I went in to work in my office, and the no-jeans-on-campus rule remains in effect. Also, a skirt or dress was not a possibility; leg shaving was totally out of the question because it is (or was when I wore this) September. (Even teeth brushing is a noteworthy achievement in this insane month.)