"Good for you!" she said.
Somehow, that did not make me feel empowered. Instead, it made me feel kind of pathetic. Like a kid with a fingerpainting being praised for his amazing artistic ability.
A few years back, I was running near my kid's school. It was the first warm day of spring, and I was wearing shorts and a running tank. A guy honked at me, which hadn't happened in a long time. [Full disclosure: I am way past honking at age.] I was so excited that I commented on it to another guy washing his car. "Somebody just honked at me!" I said to this barechested guy wearing a gold medallion. "I haven't been honked at in a long time."
I thought I was being refreshingly free of vanity, but he deflated my ego even further.
"Maybe he had a dirty windshield and couldn't see you that well," he said. Not unkindly.