Oh, yes, the abuse is lovely, isn't it? It happened to me a lot when I was younger, the shouting out of epithets as if I were a blank canvas for men (it was almost 100% men) to paint their hatred of women onto.
As a gray haired lady, I'm now free of most of it; all of that on-the-street abuse bullshit comes from the sense of entitlement that the world has over young(ish) women still in their reproductive years. The whole world thinks it owns you and that you owe it your body, and that they are therefore free to comment on it. I was both fat and thin at various times in my younger days, and whether it was a wolf-whistle or a shout of "Get your fat ass moving", it was equally abusive.
Sigh. It's good to be free of it, though of course the price is that you become invisible, inaudible and "stupid."
I love that you have big scary dogs! Barky hellbeasts FTW!
And on the raingear front, not much luck, but I've discovered that on rainy-but-not-cold days (as most of our days are here), a base layer of polyester is my friend. It dries quickly once I get where I'm going. Simple, outside-the-box solution that I learned from other dressed-for-the-office cyclists on the Intarwebz.
no subject
As a gray haired lady, I'm now free of most of it; all of that on-the-street abuse bullshit comes from the sense of entitlement that the world has over young(ish) women still in their reproductive years. The whole world thinks it owns you and that you owe it your body, and that they are therefore free to comment on it. I was both fat and thin at various times in my younger days, and whether it was a wolf-whistle or a shout of "Get your fat ass moving", it was equally abusive.
Sigh. It's good to be free of it, though of course the price is that you become invisible, inaudible and "stupid."
I love that you have big scary dogs! Barky hellbeasts FTW!
And on the raingear front, not much luck, but I've discovered that on rainy-but-not-cold days (as most of our days are here), a base layer of polyester is my friend. It dries quickly once I get where I'm going. Simple, outside-the-box solution that I learned from other dressed-for-the-office cyclists on the Intarwebz.