I was in a NYC store recently, waiting in line to try on some pants, when the woman standing next to me started chatting. Nothing fancy, she just complimented my choice and asked who made the pants. Then she kinda sidled up, reached out and felt the material of the very pants I was holding. Like any New York City dweller would, I recoiled. A line had definitely been crossed. But, once I was finally alone in the dressing room, I started thinking about stranger danger and why being approached by someone who I don’t know feels so weird. Let’s talk about it.
