>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.