Within 30 seconds of stepping out of my building, a man in a garbage truck shouts, “Where’s the rest of your outfit sweetheart?” Followed by something incomprehensible and then “Sexy!”
It is 8:30 a.m., I am on my way to work at Columbia University, and I’m wearing sandals and a shirt-dress that goes past my fingertips (which was always the rule in school growing up).
– WC
Location: 175th and Audubon, NYC
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