I see you there, with your long flowing summer dress all twisted up in your back brake. You appear to really need help and I'm about to render some but choose not to at the last second and decide to just ride by your struggle.

You see, I'm normally a very helpful person. When I see a stalled car in an intersection, I'll pull over and help push it clear. When an older person at the market can't quite reach their intended purchase I grab it for them. It takes 5 seconds out of my day and I do it out of reflex. Maybe it was the way I was raised, I seriously don't even think about it. But lately I've been reading and hearing on this blog how my actions can be considered somehow "misogynistic" and somewhat "rapey". That's why I didn't help you with your bike problem and that is also why I probably will never help another woman in distress ever again, lest I offend them in some way.

I hope you finally got untangled from your bicycle and I hope you didn't ruin your nice dress in the process. Sorry, but I really did want to help.