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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Obviously I'm hotter. Now shut up.

During that huge heat wave in early August, I succombed to that bizarre formal shorts fashion trend. I went out in my tweed formal shorts and black pumps. Around 9pm on a Tuesday night, I'm walking east on Astor Pl and a man in an MTA uniform (wearing the ugly uniform shorts) says to me "Hey baby! Who do you think looks better in shorts? Me or you?" At first I just rolled my eyes, and kept walking.

Then I remembered your site, got motivated to shut this fucker up and walked back to him. He greeted me with "oh...well then, you like shorts don't you?" I noticed the creep had on a ring of sorts and so I said to him. "How about you call your wife with that cell phone sticking out of your pocket and tell her how you feel about my shorts, huh?" He looked all confused and said "What?" I just responded with a "You heard me... And you look terrible in shorts. Maybe this will teach you a lesson."

He started to mumble something in his defense and I just decided he wasn't worth my time anymore, so I flipped him off and walked away.

Too bad I forgot to take a picture. His uniform did have some sort of MTA ID number on it after all. But thank you thank you thank you HollaBack NYC for teaching me to defend my body! Maybe my story will inspire some others to do the same.

Submitted by Julie.