As women, we’re taught to adjust our way of life to circumvent danger. Don’t walk alone at night. Don’t leave the bar without friends. Watch your drink. Don’t get too drunk. Where something you can run in. Keep your cell phone charged in case somebody follows you. Cry “fire,” not “rape.” Take self defense classes. Carry pepper spray. Always glance over your shoulder, behind your front seat and outside your door. But I don’t want to be afraid, nor don’t want a pink stun gun. And why the fuck are there even pink brass knuckles shaped like cats, anyway? More
