Tiny/Shiny

Somehow, this is going to be my fourteenth summer in New York. This song is from the first summer I spent here, in 1997. One thing that still makes me laugh is the fact that when Sarah Blackwood and I returned to Charlottesville at the end of August, it took us several weeks to get used to the fact that strange men weren’t catcalling us every time we walked down the street. (This was a situation that was remedied the summer we lived in Chicago, when our boyfriends, also roommates, had a neighbor who used to make meowing sounds at us as we struggled to parallel park our cars.) Ah, youth.