What An Airline Encounter Taught Me About Society’s Respect for Women

Anonymous

It is a warm spring morning. I am on my way home from my honeymoon: an 11-hour flight from Honolulu to New York. I need to pee, so I walk to the restroom behind my row. Alas, it is occupied, so I stand and wait patiently.

A kind man speaks to me from across the row, gesturing for me to cut him in line at an adjacent bathroom. We are in a standoff of sorts: chivalry versus patience.

“You can go ahead of me” he says, and gestures to me a second time. I gaze and see that I must cross a row of four with two sleeping passengers. I weigh my options, and realize I can get by with plenty of space to not wake them, so I accept the kind offer to go ahead of this man. Continue reading