I guess I should maybe elaborate.
I’m sitting at a gate in the C-wing of McCarran International. Earlier, a male Transportation Security Officer approached a woman behind me in the security line at PDX for no discernible reason other than to compliment her body. The above paraphrases the line he opened with. The woman laughed it off, and the incident concluded. Ostensibly, she enjoyed it. So why am I, on her behalf, infuriated?
(Disclaimer: Being up to my molars in frothy first-world white male privilege, I am utterly unqualified to talk about any of this. But I’m gonna anyway.)
Click through and read the whole thing. I love the way Dan writes.