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cultural differences, self-defense, and creepy strangers

Fri, 07/15/2011 - 03:12 -- Bee

Walking around Paris with my daughter I was shocked beyond reason to find that men stared at her.

This should not have been surprising - if you've read even a little bit about France you would probably guess that cultural attitudes about flirting and sundry mating rituals are specific to the place.

Heck, I'm completely oblivious to such things and even my backwards self has clocked the fact that waiters pet my hair. Elsewhere in the world nobody would dare, but in Paris strangers walk right up and touch my arm.

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righteous indignation

Wed, 06/08/2011 - 02:35 -- Bee

Yesterday I was walking through a seedy part of East London talking to my fourteen year old son. Ahead, about half a block away, I noticed a cluster of ruffians obstructing the path.

Specifically, one man stepped out in front of us, planting himself solidly in my way. He was what in the UK we would call a hard-man; the shorthand from home would be skinhead, though that term means something entirely different here than it did where I grew up. In short, his tattooed muscular form did not convey "cute hipster bartender."

And the Bride Wore Pants by Helene Fisher

To celebrate the one year anniversary of our move from New York City to Rockland, Dan and I decided to unpack the designated non-essentials that had been stowed in boxes in a $250 per month storage space and then transported practically by circus train to our new and fabulous suburban garage. My job was to go through the myriad boxes of videos, and it was in one of these that I rediscovered a stunning documentary a friend of mine produced in 1999 about women in Afghanistan under the rule of the Taliban. What would it be like, I wondered, to see this video again, post 9/11?
 

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