hrm...

Was talking to this woman tonight. Carole, I think. Anyway. She'd had her car overheat, so she came into the PC to use the phone. Been there, so I said sure.

After she was done talking on the phone, we chatted a bit. And a few of the comments she made were kind of... irritating. In a way. Not like, nasty irritating, but... Maybe I'm just too violent.

We were talking about walking down bad streets, and she was worried and I suggested carrying a tire iron. And the Look she gave me. Like that was a really stupid idea, it wouldn't work, and HOW could she even think of defending herself??

Didn't say it. But.

And it irked me. Not because I think a tire iron will do any good against a gun. But. If you *look* like you're going to be trouble to approach, most people aren't going to (this from reading pysch crap out of newspapers. Yeah, pop psychology, here I am). Of course, I'm willing to ram that tire iron where the sun don't shine. Him or me. Her or me. Either way, I'm coming out on top (physically fit or not.)

A bit later, she was lamenting being single, 'cause, y'know, men are so useful for car stuff.... Yah.

Not like I can't change the oil, a spark plug, my own tire...

But it's the attitude, really, that got me. Like, she *has* to have someone to take care of her. She *was* small, yes. But Tappy/Lise/Sabia/several others I know are tiny people. And they can kick ass as much as they please.

It's got to be the attitude. That feeling that you're willing to do anything, or learn anything. And I know I'm not being very clear here.

But. I've changed my tire after midnight in a bad part of town. Two people went by me, one car actually asked if I needed help.

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Anyway. Rambling now. Entertaining thoughts of violence... Hrm.