People across the road were having a new roof fitted. A team of female builders erected the scaffolding. Hard hats, denim dungarees, they looked a million miles removed from the classic Soviet era posters depicting women tilling fields. Jane, my girlfriend, elbowed me in the ribs.
I don’t mind admitting that I silently prayed for a catcall.
One afternoon a truck trundled by. Pulled up. The three burly occupants were smacking their lips, whistling and jeering. Arms and shoulders glistening in the sun the women carried on, unabashed…
I guess some minds, including my own, struggle to change.
I don’t mind admitting that I silently prayed for a catcall.
One afternoon a truck trundled by. Pulled up. The three burly occupants were smacking their lips, whistling and jeering. Arms and shoulders glistening in the sun the women carried on, unabashed…
I guess some minds, including my own, struggle to change.
