Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Woah, Man

"Dear Sunita", reads the first line of a short email. It is written to me by an acquaintance who is blessed with an abundance of awareness of my name and my gender.

Think nothing of it, I tell myself.

Then, a few weeks later.

I hold the library door open for an old woman. She smiles at me and says in a soft, quavering voice, "thank you, ma'am".

Very strange.

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