Chivalry and Chauvanism

For a large part of the week before last I was alone at home. Strange things started to happen- of these many yells, ghost-like whispers and walls that were talking back to me– the least curious but most irritating phenomenon was the attitude of men I encountered on my way to work and back. Familiar dinner spots for one, was where my eating alone was the subject of much examination and sympathy– almost as though paying for my own food was a crime! The came the florist’s stares… with the little offers of help tot he tune of “… he is not here you know, can I help you?”… Nice… but really! One would think women could manage by themselves… ofcourse we can- but only if you stop doing all the molly-coddling…