For seven years, I searched for a job that didn’t force me to drive to a transit hub. When I received an offer to teach economics at a college in Newark, New Jersey, my life changed. This opportunity allowed me to start this media project and reflect on the pervasive sexism that disrupted my flâneuse ways.
I live in the Metro, 20 minutes outside of New York City, in Halcyon Park, New Jersey. Before securing employment in Newark, I often had to drive to transit hubs or rely on my husband to pick me up from one. Late-night meetings, a light rail system that stops running at 11:30 p.m., and the absence of usable bike lanes on dangerously wide and fast streets made driving a necessity.
