Skating With Knives

I was driving home from a friend’s place tonight, when it hit me that I’d love to try out my new roller skates. Only one problem, well two problems: it was midnight and I’m a girl. Knowing (via the informative media) that mass murderers only come out when it’s dark, and knowing that if I mentioned being out in the dark alone to my parents at any point that I would incur the not-safe speech, I decided to forgo my Rollergirl aspirations.
But why should I have to? “Is it because I’m a girl,” I questioned myself. If I were a guy, I wouldn’t be afraid to go skating at night, would I? Or walk to my car by myself after being out? Or a lot of things for that matter. Damn that X chromosome!
What if I took a weapon? I don’t have (and don’t want) a gun. I don’t have (nor do I want) a ferocious killer dog. Mace? Fresh out. Hmmmm