Or I guess he could have just had a foot fetish.
(background: i live in the extremely hassidic Lubovitz part of Williamsburg)
I was walking to the train this morning when a man walked by and whistled at me. Oridnarily, ok, this really isn’t weird. But. There were two things kinda off about the interaction.
One: Today I’m wearing a loose, below the knee skirt, button down shirt, and flats. Not exactly heart-stopping material. And
Two: Well, this is going to sound weird, but, he stared at my feet/ankles while doing it.
Confused, I looked around a bit, trying to figure this out. And then I saw them.
Everywhere there were hassidic women. Mothers, taking their children out to wait for the schoolbus. Young women going to work in the city. Older women walking to get groceries with their friend. And all of them, without exception, wearing my same black, below the knee skirt, button down shirt, and flats.
I looked down at my own outfit, and noticed how my top-button unbuttoned shirt showed just a hint of collarbone. My nappy, wet hair was flowing freely, without restriction of hat OR wig. My unstockinged legs were bare, proudly showing off my white, fleshy and oh-so-slightly stubbled calves and, yes, even ankles. And it hit me.
I was totally dressed like a slutty Hassidic woman.