My friend Quincy and I were walking around in Hoboken, headed to Starbucks in order to warm up from the bitterly bitter cold.  My feet were blocks of ice (note to self: cute pumps + freezing temperatures = suck), and the tops of my thighs were going numb despite the protection of my long wool coat.

So we’re standing on a corner, waiting for the light to change so we can cross, when suddenly a car full of guys honks at us.  Okay, well, at me.  What the hell?

Dude. STOP.  (more…)