Just because it’s legal, you don’t have to do it.
This credo was painfully shoved into my eyeballs this morning.
Rory and I were walking home from Central Park when a runner — a man — walked past us, shirt off, sweaty, obviously in the cool down portion of his workout.
This guy made me look tan. He was blotchy and had — mosquito bites, maybe? — all over his back. Although he was working out, his physique was not ready for prime time. But everyone out on the streets was being treated to the display. Without choice. Without mental preparation.
I mean, what if I had eaten?
In New York State, woman can also legally walk outside without their top on, but…
Just because it’s legal, they don’t have to do it.