Being a woman is kind of like being a cyclist in a city where all the cars represent men. You’re supposed to be able to share the road equally with cars, but that’s not how it works. The roads are built for cars and you spend a great deal of physical and mental energy being defensive and trying not to get hurt. Some of the cars WANT you to get hurt. They think you don’t have any place on the road at all. And if you do get hurt by a car, everyone makes excuses that it’s your fault.
A now deleted Tumblr post from at least 11 years ago
Someone shared a screenshot of this post on my feed and I desperately wanted to find the original source, but sadly Tumblr died, so it seems lost to time.
As a non-male who bikes and walks most everywhere I go, I found this analogy incredibly apt. Along with many responses I’ve read that add to it:
I just wanted to pull all these together in one place in appreciation and not refer people to shithole sites like Twitter, Reddit, Meta, etc. Hope you enjoyed. 🙂