Being pregnant in the city is a pretty interesting experience mostly because of the continuous contact with strangers. Everywhere you turn someone is ogling your belly or asking you questions about the due date or whether its a boy or a girl.
People smile at you unexpectedly. People are generally gentler.
Except for on the subway.
Apparently, while the signs of deep pregnancy are unavoidable and the discomforts are universally known, finding a seat on a crowded subway car can be a pretty hit or miss experience for a pregnant woman.
In my wife's estimation she can't count on anyone to give up their seat except Black men. Even women are sometimes suspect. Crackers, Asians, Latins, Slavs, you name it. They are all on the "well, if you ask, I'll move, maybe, but I'm not going to offer" side of things.
The only people out there who consistently, nearly always offer my tired, pregnant wife a seat on the subway are Black guys.
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