August 7, 2021

Those occasions on my walks when cars slow down as they pass me, as happened a couple of times this morning, always make me anxious. I presume the drivers are men—I rarely make eye contact—and there's something alpha-dog menacing about this expression of admiration (if that's what it is) when it's done in a pickup or car. I'm sure this is something most women experience. Given what a tinder box we're living in right now, though, I also can't help but worry that one day someone who's had a bad week will read me and jump out of the car to take out his frustrations on my body.