Sydney Rd Sluts?

Living within a stone's throw of Sydney Rd certainly has its advantages. Like for instance we are eligible for home delivery from approximately 5000 pizza joints and a few Kebab places too. Yes you can actually get kebabs delivered.

If you so desired you could even get your hair cut twice; first from the place 1 minutes stroll from home, then again from the other place 4 minutes walk down. You can get a DVD within a 2 minute walk and then get your prescription filled within 5 minutes at the late night Chemist (open till midnight every day of the year). Caltex is available 1.5 minutes walk in both northerly and southerly directions. And if smoking hookah is your kind of thing then you can do that at every second shop for a length of several kilometres. And don't even get me started about how many places you can buy alcohol.

Unfortunately to every hookah smoking, cheap gift shop wielding up-side is a lowly lowly downside...
Walking along Sydney Rd as a woman you're never guaranteed a smooth journey. No matter what you're wearing, you're always seemingly "asking for it". My hooded jumper and jeans are just too provocative for hormonal young men! It's especially difficult on the weekends when walking home from the late night trams because I just know someone's going to yell at me from a moving car, and if I'm really unlucky...a parked car. In most cases I'm privileged enough to walk home with a house-mate, unfortunately this only attracts more unwanted attention as both my house-mates are female. 2 girls under 40 + semi attractive apparel + alcohol-fueled Saturday Night riff raff = trouble!

Even Sunday night wasn't safe. As my Housemate AKA Windy and I walked home we were verbally abused by three separate parties in 5 minutes. Car A went something like "Girls girls! You arse looks huuuuuuge!" Which I'm still unsure if it was compliment or not. Car B and C both opted for the "I'm-going-to-treat-you-like-a-prostitute" approach which starts off like a pickup (flattering but in an aggressive, scary way) and then morphs into a full blown verbal attack when (surprisingly) you don't jump into their car and whip off your clothes. If you turn them down, ignore them or just tell them to "get a life Losers"(as Windy did) echoes of "slut!" are common which makes little sense when you think about it. However, if we were to actually"please" these disgusting men in cars by taking them up on their offers of gang rape then we'd still be called sluts. It's win win.