A fellow commuter called me a slut this morning.
I was walking down crowded Lexington Ave, and there was a young woman standing off to the side of the crowd who decided to join the stream of bodies on the sidewalk without looking. Then because of the laws of physics, we ran into one another. Her coffee spilled, and I sighed audibly.
She stopped and yelled, “SLUT!”, in my direction.
“Huh?”, I thought as I looked down at my ankle length pants, high-necked shirt, and cardigan, “How did she know?” Then I laughed wildly at the idea of being called a slut as it is a bit off the mark.
What a ridiculous insult.