Hi there blogosphere….
I seem to have taken an inadvertent hiatus from blogging for a while … it’s the kind of thing like forgetting to write your grandmother: the longer you wait, the more it becomes A THING and the more it becomes A THING the harder it is to write.
So today, I am metaphorically writing my grandmother (may she rest in peace) and alerting you to my column in The National today.
In the column I’m wondering about how we female-type people travel alone without fear — or rather, how we manage our fears and anxieties while still exploring the world. And by “explore the world” I mean everything from climbing Everest to going out to dinner alone in the neighborhood. How can it be that after so many centuries, a woman alone still presents such a target/threat/opportunity/challenge to men–and why is it that so many men persist in believing that a woman alone is pining for his company? See: fish, bicycle, necessity thereof.
Enjoy. And if you have your own travel tips (or horror stories) feel free to share them in the comments.
PS I love you, grandmother.