Welp. Apparently I’m extra-irresistible today. I’m a very flashy dresser, and one ramification of that is that I usually get daily street harassment, and if I’m extra “lucky,” bonus horribleness on the train or in cabs.
I feel kind of weird about the whole thing. I do try to costume and character design my look each day and I like chit-chatting with people about my fashion - including some folks who are clearly interested in me sexually. I’m very good at wide-eyed innocence to deflect and stay on safe topics if I’m not interested, and most folks with overt interest take the hint.
But then there are days like today, where the creepiness comes thick and fast. Nice old man commenting that it’s been years since he saw white fur muffs on the street and he likes my style? Welcome! Lady in the elevator who’d like to know where I bought it? Welcome! Guy who told me I look beautiful and then let it drop when I beamed and said thank you but didn’t slow my steps? Welcome! Moving truck driving slowly up the street filled with three burly dudes explaining in increasingly graphic ways how I remind them of little red riding hood? Not welcome! Nor you, guy who grabbed my wrist and glanced at my muff and drawled “oh PLEASE let me warm my hand in that.” Nor frankly you, bus driver, who said “anything for YOU” in *that* tone when I asked if I could get off at the light instead of a stop to save me walking two blocks in the dark and then honked the bus horn at me as I crossed the street. I already avoid one departure time to stave off the driver who always asks me out and it’s getting hard to manage my trip home from the hookah bar.
Anyway. Sorry. Whiny post is long and whiny. This was just… Wearing. And surprising, as I’ve been wearing substantially similar outfits all week without all of this hullabaloo.