08 Apr 2008 › 11:45am
So it’s finally warm here in New York City, but not enough to warrant the borderline nudity of my fellow female subway passengers. Dunno about you guys but I actually started dressing down once I move to the city. I’ll never forget the first time that I squeezed in to a teeny tiny ensemble, stepped outside, and hadn’t made it a third of the way down the block before a garbage truck drove up over the sidewalk and nearly crashed into a building so its driver could get a better ogle/holler. So now I tend to cover up a bit more unless I’m doing door to door car service.
Let me take this opportunity to tell everyone that I’m officially over the shorts trend. Sure they look adorable on all of you who tastefully pair them with tights and heels. Sure it’s exciting to mix it up once in awhile. But inevitably, much like the ladies far and wide who embraced the low-rider jeans phenomenon when clearly it was not in
their best interest—so too are shorty-shorts a slippery slope. Now, girl—I know you’re hot. I know you sweatin grrrrrl. But how refreshing can it possibly be to have ALL that bare leg sticking to the subway bench?? And honey this isn’t the gym – it’s not like sanitary wipe dispensers are peppered throughout the train to help with sweatiquette. I swear to God, shorts on the wrong gal are a public health risk.
