If you happen to be out at night on the bike path without a light, ring your bell constantly. No bell? Then sing “Hotel Yorba” on a continuous loop, loud enough to warn the unseen.
I’m a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they’ve made of me — and that I’ve made of myself — as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman’s and I can’t live up to it.