Sometimes my thoughts reveal me to be a sexist pig.
I’m sure the fact that I’m a sexist pig is neither revelatory nor shocking to anyone who knows me.
It was much simpler being a sexist pig when I was blind.
I could bump into people and they’d think it was their fault.
Now, with near-perfect eyesight, my old methods don’t work anymore.
Except in my thoughts.
I have to be on guard.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go wash my brain out with soap.