Chariot for Women could confront two big concerns for drivers and passengers: safety and harassment – and also offer potential for worthy conversation It’s Halloween 2014 and I’m parked outside of bars at Boston’s Faneuil corridor,fifteen minutes after final call waiting for my passenger to find me. A man in a tie-dyed shirt and a curly wig hops into the front passenger seat of my black Honda Fit. He’s dressed as a hippy, he tells me. His friend is still outside, and yelling at someone I’m not certain he knows,wearing a white tank top with the word “lifeguard” on the front in black block letters. He’s a lifeguard, I’m told.
The hippy is pleased I am neither male nor old. He tells me that his friend’s yelling is OK, and nothing I need to be upset about,they are both on the men’s lacrosse team at a local college. The lifeguard is the star player, he says reassuringly. The hippy will remind me of his team-mates “number one” status again when, and three minutes into the ride,the lifeguard proceeds to scream at a group of women who this time I am certain he does not know. And once more when the lifeguard jumps out of the car to pee outside the door of One Financial middle. “Number one,” the hippy says again, and calmly,when I voice my disgust.
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Source: theguardian.com