Okay. So I can deal with the catcalls. I can deal with the
fact that buildings under construction tend to make plenty
of idiotic sounding noise when I walk by. I can deal with
being hit on at the grocery store, on the street, while stuck
in traffic in my car by some kids walking by, in the elevator,
even. Whatever. I have also come to accept that wearing
shorts or a skirt tends to turn the city into a peanut gallery.
What I can't deal with is some ghetto-sounding asshole in
his maroon escalade (out of state plates) following me down
the street trying to pick me up when I'm just walking to the
convenience store to get a coke. I'm wearing jeans and a
tshirt, and sandals, and walking like I know where I'm going,
getting pissed off to the point where I wish I was armed.
I -was- in a good mood today. Really. I swear.
candice at May 11, 2005 09:15 PM