My neighborhood is full of jerks.

I went out yesterday wearing the same eight year old red sundress that I've worn a half a dozen times this summer. Every single time I walked down the street by myself (three times) I was harassed. Compare this to my preceding two months at this address, in which I have been the target of no whistles or catcalls whatsoever, no matter what I was wearing. What the hell?

At least nobody told me to smile.