YOU probably didn't notice me when you climbed on board the early evening bus to Maroochydore last Saturday.
I'm not sure if you noticed anyone else as, other than a momentary pause when you told the bus driver you didn't have enough credit on your GoCard, you spent the entire trip engrossed in your phones.
But I noticed you and I've thought long and hard about what's appropriate to think.
It's not that it was apparent you knew how to manipulate the laws to earn a free bus trip that I'm writing this.
What was the driver going to say when your GoCard didn't have enough credit? He knew he would get in trouble if he sent you off the bus and something should happen to you.
He would be the one to blame, not you for not being properly prepared.
What annoyed me was your attitude to this. It wasn't one of gratitude, it was what looked like a little, knowing, laugh between you and your friend as you quickly took your seats.
What worries me, though, is how you were dressed for a Saturday night out in Maroochydore.
Your shorts were shorter than some of my underwear and your tight tank tops barely covering your ample flesh didn't leave much to the imagination.
Of course it's your right to dress anyway you want.
I wouldn't have put either of you at more than 15, though, and I have to wonder: where is your responsibility or that of your parents who let you go out dressed like that?
Countlessly women complain about being treated as sexual objects, but can we expect differently when so many of us want to dress up like ones?
If I were to dress head to toe in black with something covering my face, would you think I was a netball player?
I, too, was young once and eager to impress on a night out. But now I have two teenage boys reaching the age where they will be noticing girls like you.
And I also have a little girl who will be looking up to you as a potential role model.
Is covering up a little more in a public place at night really such a big ask?
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