On my lunch hour, I crossed an intersection in downtown Boston, on the hunt for a salad bar. Coming in the opposite direction was an older mother pushing a ginormus carriage containing a 3-year old little boy, who looked in my direction, pointed and cried “White man!”
Well, I wasn’t wearing any make-up and my shirt was rather sac-like, but why the racial overtones, kid?
Then my eyes fell on the walk signal, and I realized the boy was pointing at that white man.
Is it the height of paranoia to think that some random toddler would be miscontruing my gender?
