I recently made the acquaintance of fellow Bostonian Luke O’Neil, genius behind PTSOTL (Put That Shit On The List) and contributor to Bullett, VICE, The Boston Globe and Slate, among others, while serving as co-judge at Storyliars’ first fanfiction event. After lamenting about a bunch of, well, shit—like, why do guys make those creepy voices when it’s time to get down to bidness?—he decided to let me share my rant on the confusion (and frustration) surrounding the strange men who seemingly find me most attractive when I look like I’ve been hit by an 18-wheeler.
The comments, for sure, have been interesting——but I’ll let you make your own judgment.
Apathy is an aphrodisiac: Why do dudes always hit on me when I’m dressed down?
