Oh. My. God. Lightbulb moment. I've never fully appreciated before until about 30 seconds ago just how much men don't worry about simple stuff like just walking down the street in the dark. Must be bloody lovely.
It was a lightbulb moment for me too. I told DH I didn't want to walk the dog at dusk in an area I walk in daily (popular, wooded, with paths).
He thought it a bit daft as he had assumed I was afraid of the dark. Like a kid.
No, I said. It's the isolation and not being able to see 10 yards ahead.
Eh? Why? Ghosts? Animals?
It simply didn't occur to him that I just would rather not walk in the dark, in the woods as I would be on high alert for a predator. It's just not worth it.
We'd never spoken of it, it had never come up. So he had no idea. Because it had never, ever crossed his own mind.
I said when I come back from town on my own at night, I would never get in a train carriage with just a bunch of rowdy men or an isolated man, if I have a choice. And if everyone gets off and leaves me in the carriage with a man, my radar blips. I assess.
He just looked at me blankly.
I did explain, and he did get it. But in a 'I'm pretty sure that's just you' kind of way.
The lightbulb for me wasn't just his absolute 100% ignorance of how women live, but what it must be like to not live that way. Ever. For it never even cross your mind.
Obviously, I don't walk around with my heart pounding and beads of sweat forming on my forehead. But there's an under the surface, entirely natural, barely even conscious, risk assessment going on.
Men don't get it. And, crucially, nor do transwomen.