Shocking story from this blog post:
Sunday, a Muslim woman scolded me for inappropriate behavior in her neighborhood. I was running up Bedford toward Williamsburg, following a part of the marathon course I often branch from to go over the bridge into Manhattan for a longer run. That day I elected to just do a fairly mindless 35 minutes out and back, a route I don’t have to think about…
By the time I turned onto Bedford, I was feeling pretty good. My iPod was dishing out tunes that make me dancingly happy and I was starting to feel the effects of the runners’ high, moving at a speedy clip and jogging about in place when traffic lights held me up. I’d just hit my half-way point and turned around when she stepped toward me on the sidewalk, shook her finger and said, with a disapproving frown, “you can’t go like that through here.”
…But then a bit of defensiveness kicked in. This is not Riyadh, 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.
OMG THE MUSLIMS.
(Well, except that I changed the text in her original post: from “Hasidic” to “Muslim” and from “Jerusalem” to “Riyadh.” But it’s still valid, people! I mean, come on! Think how much we appeased the Jews! And now they are everywhere forcing their bagels and comedians and bar mitzvahs on us! THERE IS A LESSON HERE, PEOPLE!)