Attention all DC blue collar and/or unemployed men:I am not interested in you. I am not amused by your low-class ways. I do not find your smelly, filthy body and equally questionable vocabulary sexy. I do not appreciate you hollering at me from across the street nor do I appreciate you opening your toothless mouth to yell obscenities or spit when I do not reciprocate your interest. You are ignorant, uncouth, dirty, unemployed or underemployed and I am not interested. Please do not follow me into Eat at National Place. If there are no police officers around, I will mace you. Please do not attempt to grab my butt or any other part of my anatomy while riding the escalator. I will push you down it. I am not a snob or an “uppity bitch.” I am a decent human being and you are not. This is a personal failing of yours so don’t take it out on me. I’m not interested in being the one to upgrade you. Go home, bathe, and make some attempt to better yourself. I assure you, your time would be far better spent doing that rather than hollering at me.
Sincerely,
Miss E.
I actually know a DC white collar man (and many men in the Chicago area) that could benefit from reading that letter.