The other day my 15yr old daughter was walking home from the bus stop, standing on the small island in the middle of the road when a driver behind her yelled out ‘NICE ARSE’ as his car went past her. She was so shocked she jumped and almost fell in front of a car going the other direction. When she arrived home she was still visibly shaking and upset and her step-father tried to tell her she ‘should be flattered.’ I may not have been able to follow up on my maternal desire to eviscerate the driver involved but in a series of short, choppy sentences I’ve disabused her step-father of the notion that any portion of that encounter could be regarded as ‘flattering’.
