Rebecca White: Creeps, catcallers, color and class

In the back room of an East Village bar packed with a genteel crowd of mostly white downtown types there for a discussion of politics and culture, my radar registered prudes, not pervs. As a 33-year-old white woman wearing a jacket that hid my form and an English-teacher type of billowy scarf, my guard was down. And then it happened.

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