Things are extreme all over

[Written by a jogger who turned up the wrong street]
My first feeling was embarrassed sheepishness. It’s not like I was unaware of the neighborhood’s demographic, and in her eyes I was practically naked. It was disrespectful, probably, for me to prance, flushed and happy, along this avenue of Hasidim with my navel showing. I wouldn’t have dreamed of baring even my ankles in parts of Jerusalem.

But then a bit of defensiveness kicked in. This is not Jerusalem, it’s New York freakin’ City, and to the best of my knowledge I can “go like that” anywhere I damn well please. I’m not sure what’s on the books legally as far as lewdness and public attire, but I’m pretty sure a jog bra and baggy shorts are well within reason.

Story here.