Supergirl in da Hood

Tonight I went for a walk. Sometimes, rather than go to the gym, I like to take a walk around the neighborhood. At least in the summer.

And sometimes, when I’m walking around the neighborhood, people (okay, men), like to make comments. They do this to most women, and the comments aren’t really creepy, although I’m never sure what the men hope to accomplish with them. How do they think I’ll react?

It’s not like I go on these walks looking for attention. I’m usually wearing grubby shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers. (Unlike the woman I saw tonight in a green tank top, short shorts, and five-inch, lime green heels).

So tonight I was wearing my bright gold Superfan t-shirt. I got this shirt when I used to work at a high school. All the basketball fans wore them, and even though I’m sure that the imprint is some kind of copyright violation, no complaints were ever filed.

Anyway, I was walking by a porch and I heard, “Hey, Supergirl!” I turned and looked. Two men were sitting on the porch. “Supergirl’s coming.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“This Supergirl wears black and yellow, right, Supergirl?”

“That’s right.” I kept walking, but I was unoffended, and actually kind of flattered. First of all, I was happy it was Supergirl and not Superwoman. And I could tell this was more of a friendly shout-out than anything weird.

And then, as I walked home, I had a little strut in my step.

Because I AM Supergirl, damn it!