Sometimes when I am walking home from the Mysterious Workplace or the climbing gym, I will cross paths with some friend or acquaintance who will try to get my attention by yelling something ridiculous or honking their car or touching my shoulder. Sometimes, if they don't know me well, they are surprised to find that my eyes do not immediately light
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Reasons I appreciate living in the Castro every day. Very seldom whistled at (except cars driving by sometimes). Usually compliments are polite and sincere, as are the people. So glad. Couldn't live in the Mission. Can hardly stand walking a block there.
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See, I love the Mission. I love SOMA. I just don't like being cursed at because I don't want to stop and have a meaningful conversation with every last person who tries to talk to me on the street. I suspect that men who randomly try to hit on women walking down the street think that women should be flattered by the attention, so of course any woman who does not appear to be delighted to be reminded that she's seen as nothing more than an ambulatory sex toy is a stuck up bitch.
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I like your writers better. Especially the Columbo part.
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They're completely unrealistic.
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Over the years, my writers have provided me with many snappy comebacks. I think I may be in one of those Plucky Girl Living in the City dramadies. I'm fairly certain that there isn't a laugh track, but it may include those horrible montage sequences set to popular music. I wouldn't watch it.
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