I was on my way home. The worn-out leather seats in the next-to-last coach were comfortable enough to make me tilt my head back and close my eyes for the next three stops. On other occasions, I would not have. But it was all women; moms, schoolgirls, a couple of chit-chatting friends, a tired girl in scrubs (who seemed to have the same idea as me). There were enough of them and enough space among us to make me feel safe. The monotonous breathy voice over the PA system announced the next stop. I opened my eyes, as if to pay better attention. Something about humans thinking we can listen…