Have you ever felt you’re becoming invisible as you get older? My take on it, in On Parenting at The Washington Post.
I have hit rock bottom.
A few days ago, I was walking downtown. A man walked toward me, his face stubbled, his soiled hands clutching plastic shopping bags. An oversized jacket hung loose and undone from his thin frame. As we passed each other, a low voice spoke out. “Nice legs mommy.”
I know a modern woman raised on feminist principles should oppose, even abhor, such behavior. Yet, as I walked by, I felt a bit lighter. Dare I say a smile crept across my face. Read more here