I’m not even going to tell you the catcalls I received in Manhattan when I lived there. It’s a shitty thing. If you are a lady chances are you know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel afraid of every dude you see thinking “is that guy on the corner going to say some shit to me? Please dude, do not say anything to meeee.” Anyway if you don’t know what it’s like to be harassed whenever you leave the house, here is an article where women talk about that: http://rookiemag.com/2012/05/it-happens-all-the-time/
Since this is in the same vein as the earlier discussion (and because Jess Fink is amazing), I thought you guys might appreciate seeing it.
I have an awesome red jacket that I stopped wearing and forgotten about. This winter I pulled it out of the closet and fell back in love with it. It’s wool! It has good pockets! It’s lined with flannel! It has a hood!
So it went back in my rotation.
It wasn’t till the construction workers by my job started asking if I was on my way to Grandma’s and telling me they would be my big bad wolf that I remembered why it had taken up residence at the back of the closet.