(I promise I’ll get back to politics at some point, but here’s more inane nonsense)
I was walking through the park and a man walking the other way started talking to me. Now I’m wearing headphones because I have something I’d rather do than talk to some stranger. Also, It’s Seattle, and we have a culture of keeping to ourselves, that I appreciate. But fine. I took my headphones off and started listening to him.
“You have long hair.”
I was aware. It wasn’t cool hair or cut your hair, hippie. Just a statement of fact that he knew that I knew.