I stepped out of my apartment today to run across the street and buy a soda at the convenience store. I’d been doing housework, so I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, no makeup, hair not done at all. On the way to the store, about a two minute walk, I got no fewer than two wolf whistles, a car horn honk with a remark I’m not going to repeat, and a “Hey, shortie!” I was thinking, man, these must be some good jeans!
So I bought the soda and walked back toward my apartment–and nothing. It was like the soda made me drop 20 hotness points. What is it, guys? Does a Mountain Dew make you think I’m too high-maintenance? Did you take it as a sign of unhealthy eating and eventual obesity? Or did I just walk out after all the traffic cleared up? A friend of mine used to jog alongside a major road, and she would always get comments and whistles. One day she didn’t, and she sulked until the next time someone yelled something lewd out of a car. Man, the pitfalls of being a girl.