This morning I got up and the sun was shining, normally a rare enough occurrence in Scotland, but for the last couple of weeks a startling daily reality. I put on shorts and a t-shirt to make the most it for my morning Whisky walk.

The t-shirt was on the top of my drawer, and I didn’t think about it as I put it on. It has

We Should All Be Feminists

in large type on the front.

As I headed out the door, Matt (who bought me the t-shirt) said,

“If anyone gives you any hassle in that, beat them up”.

I dismissed the idea out of hand, and strode out the door.

Being a Saturday morning, Whisky and I took a slightly different route, to a different park than our usual. He was having a great time, meeting new dogs, smelling new smells, and generally running around like a crazy thing.

As usually happens I got speaking to the other dog owners, in this case two men. We talked about the weather, looking at the beautiful blue sky.

Man 1: “The sky used to be bluer than that. See those airplane trails, know what they are?”

Man 2: “Are they dumping fuel?”

Man 1: “Who would dump fuel? No those are chemicals. Who knows what they are.”

Nervous laughter, and as he continues, it becomes obvious that the guy is deadly serious. Maybe he has issues. Or maybe he’s right – who knows.

Man 1: “The real question is what they are hiding up there. Maybe space ships…”

More nervous laughter from me and Man 2. Our dogs continue to play.

Man 1: “Anyway that’s my rant over for this morning.”

Me: “It’s always good to get these things over and done with early,” I say and smile (it’s not even 9 am).

Man 1: “What’s that written on your t-shirt?”

Me: “We Should All be Feminists.” I say, again smiling

“Man, the world is crazier than I thought,” he replied.