Was it my ragged four-year-old Chuck Taylor’s that made you exclaim “Hey beautiful!” as I walked by? Or was it my sweater that was two sizes too large that urged you to give me the pet name “Baby Cakes”?

A Public Service Announcement to all Catcallers: I know this may come as a shock, but contrary to popular belief, I do not wake up every morning and put on a cute little outfit to impress the downtown construction workers as I walk by.