It struck me on the way to work this morning that what a lot of women hate more than being seen as an object is being seen as invisible. Obvious really, pardon the metaphoric joke.
Personally, I much prefer to be invisible (well apart from this blog, but I get very few comments;-) to being an object.
Had a great pitch side seat to watch the game last Saturday so was a real shame Leicester lost. Just to rub it in a poorly looking kid in a wheelchair right next to me punched the air at the final whistle — a Wednesday fan! Fortunately I caught sight of him as I left the ground and he turned pale when he saw me for some reason.