Mommyish has a post by a woman* who complains about all of the nice things people do for her. This kind of feminist ugliness is pretty standard stuff, but her explanation of why people don’t need to protect her from convicts or walk her to her car at night stood out as one of the funniest things I’ve read in several weeks:
I should start by saying that I’m not a particularly small or helpless person. Sure, I’m 5’4″ in sneakers, but I’ve always been athletic and loud, by no means a shrinking violet.
Violent thugs beware; she may be tiny, but she is loud and sporty. She also has sorority girl street cred:
…when I was in college and on vacation with my sorority sisters, they once told me that in the event of a burglary, I was the one they would turn to for protection and a plan of attack.
*Correction: After reading her post again, I realize that I was mistaken when I originally referred to her as a single mother.