By J.J. Vaughan
I am waiting for the bus. I always get there early to be in front of the crowd. You don’t have to wonder if there will be room. A young woman made her way up behind me. Then beside me.
The bus came and I thought, “Should I let her on first?” Does she expect chivalry or will it be misogynistic to step aside? Based on her “smash-the-patriarchy” jacket pin, I decided on the latter. Besides, she jumped queue.
I hear her sigh behind me as I step on: An openly verbal expression of annoyance. Chivalry isn’t dead; it’s selective.