I do not look like Barbie. I promise.
…but apparently three separate gentlemen (of color—I hate that I feel the need to specify that, but there it is) who like to hang out on 4th Avenue near Atlantic Terminal in Brooklyn around 10pm think so.
And I can’t imagine I’m the only blonde, white chick they see all day. Park Slope is RIGHT THERE for crying out loud.
To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure whether I feel more insulted or complimented. Or just confused.

