A Particularly Odd Trespass of Personal Space
Is peeking under women’s umbrellas the new catcall? Because this happened to me yesterday in Brooklyn as I was crossing the intersection of Metropolitan and Bedford. I was so utterly outraged that someone would look under my umbrella, lick his lips, and say, “Oh my”, that I couldn’t even find the composure to ask the guy what the fuck he thought he was doing. I guess he wanted to see the head that went along with the body he’d presumably been checking out from afar? I have no idea.
So next time you are scurrying about a major urban center, face hidden from view, happy as a clam, please realize that at any moment, a creepazoid might stick HIS HEAD under YOUR UMBRELLA. Be prepared. Nothing is sacred anymore.
