This is about being a woman in New York and walking around the city. It's that day your attempting to get lost in thought. It's the day your going for a run in the park. It's that whistle, that leer, that yell that makes your remember who you are, that your never really alone when your in New York. It's the ridiculous things men say to women and the things women say back. It's also about what the billboards and the magazine's tell us and what we say back. It's about the things we say to each other and the things we really think.
Yesterday, Herald Square there was a girl handing out fliers and a man came up to her and I didn't hear what he said but she looked at him and said, "Don't call me baby!" and walked away. And I really liked that.
