The More I Quarantine, the Less I Experience Street Harassment
I can’t get catcalled if I don’t leave the house
Admittedly, I don’t like humans that much. While the species has shown great examples of kindness, love, and capability, they’ve also shown breathtaking forms of the complete antithesis. Too cowardly to invest energy to decipher which human has which trait, I’ve chosen a life of simplicity and solitude. I have a small tribe that waters me whenever my soil needs it, but for the most part, I keep quiet and keep my distance.
This existence runs parallel with the conditions Covid-19 has placed us all in. To steer clear of the virus that has crippled the U.S. economy and taken the lives of thousands, keeping quiet and keeping my distance has proven to be an effective safety measure. Staying indoors isn’t burdensome for me. It’s a blessing, and, thus, limiting my interactions with humans is, again, a mantra I adopted long before Dr. Anthony Fauci became a household name.
I am painfully aware, however, of the privilege that rocks underneath my words. While I quarantine with Mommy and occasionally fight over the one bathroom in our cozy two-bedroom apartment, there are women who are enduring domestic violence at the hands of the partner they’re under quarantine with. While I comfortably work from home and…
