This might just be a record for me: I’ve been insulted and reviled on four different blogs in the last two days and on the way home from class tonight a car-full of young men (undergrads, perhaps–maybe I gave them bad grades in years past??) came up behind me on my bike and yelled in my ear (just about fell off my bikeseat when they did this) and then proceeded to follow me through the next intersection making rude remarks.
Yah whatever.
Somehow it doesn’t really bug me. You know, the “sticks and stones” thing, I suppose. Or maybe it’s a certain devil-may-care attitude that comes from having a physical disability. I’ve been stared at, gestured towards, mimicked, teased, accosted, etc. for so many years that I’m just used to it now.
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