i try to feel safer about my whereabouts whenever i'm alone ever since the security guard at the club stopped me and asked me not once, not twice, but four or five times if i was carrying mace on me and was astonished every time i repeated the phrase “no!” anxiously while he was checking my bag upon entry.
because it's heavily implied that women can't exist without some choice of weapon against the type of men who want to ask why we're not already defending ourselves against them when they've established their weird *** interest while conducting a security check. i guess.
i think if i did in fact have mace on me, his face would have been the first i'd have maced.