Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Friendliness

Liz wrote a post yesterday about the crazy sexual harassment she has to deal with when she walks down the street in LA. I was surprised and mortified. I seriously doubt that NYC is more polite than LA, but damn. I never hear guys come out and say "nice tits" to a woman as she walks down the street, much less wiggle his tongue through his fingers. Not that men don't stare or whistle, but it's much less over the top.

A few weeks ago, I was wandering around on the Lower East Side with Husband and another couple. It was rather humid, and my juvenile pink shirt with cap sleeves and a picture of a fortune teller with rhinestones on it was getting nasty sweaty in the armpits. As we passed by two young strapping guys hanging out at the entrance of a bodega, one of them said politely, "I like your shirt." Obviously, he could not be talking to me, so I didn't say anything. My friend didn't either, and I heard the guy mumble something about being a bitch for not acknowledging his compliment.

"Was he talking to me?" I asked my friend a few minutes later.

"Yeah," she said.

"Damn, he has bad taste or needs to find a better way to compliment my chest."

See? So innocent out here in the big, bad City. That's why I stay away from evil places like LA.

5 comments:

  1. Liz gets it because she is hott.

    Me, not so much.

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  2. Love it. I would have had the same reaction...well, first I have to get one of your cool pink shirts and THEN I might believe them!

    Erin
    www.ExpectingExecutive.com

    ps....sent you an invite to cre8Buzz.com Hope you will consider it...many of your loyal readers are already over there!

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  3. A long, long time ago when I was young and vulnerable-looking, cretins at construction sites and such used to hoot and make obscene gestures, too. Now, I'm middle-aged and mostly invisible, but also capable of looks that actually kill and/or emasculate. They sense the danger. Or maybe it's just that I'm old and invisible now.

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  4. When I lived in NYC and was walking fast one day (albiet with a crappy bra on) a guy called "Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle" ala the old Jello commercials. That said, we used to sing it to the TV when watching those scenes in CHiPs where they had the women in bikinis roller skating so I guess the comments were karma. That said, the other morning I was jogging in London and a construction worker called out, "Good morning, darling," and I have to say I was quite pleased! I think there is nothing wrong with a comment like "I like your shirt," or "Good morning darling," (provided it does not come with a rude gesture or a leer) but when it gets to "Nice tits" or "ass" or worse, then it ruins the fun for everyone.

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  5. want comments? LES NYU Clubland 3am:) I had at least three guys asking my butchass old lady self home. Beer goggles bring out the creeps.

    Actual, real new yorkers may be afraid of getting stabbed by the bitches.

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