Walking through the Tenderloin in pigtails, skirt, and cowboy boots today was a wild experience. One man said, "you look good like that," as if he had a prior reference. Another group competed in heckling... "Beautiful AND cute!" was boomed triumphantly over the rest of the voices, as if an age old paradox had been solved. But my favorite was on my way home, up the hill towards Geary: "Hey Snow-Bunny, nice cans!"I've also gotten: "Girl, I would jump over two sisters to get to you!" which doesn't even make any sense. And yesterday when I tried to take the long way home to avoid the area completely, I still heard "I wanna touch the hips. Are they real? Are they real?" from a shady street-corner. My favorite ever interaction, though, was in Berkeley, when a man in an electric wheelchair piped up from behind me.
"Girl, you got great legs. I been admiring them for about two blocks," he said. "Are you a student?"
"Nope," I said, "looking for jobs."
"Well, I know what you do," he said. "You just go in there, turn around, and show 'em your legs."
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