A couple of weeks ago, I was walking from Baker toward Court Street. School had not let out for the summer yet. The weather was warm and sunny, but it had been raining earlier. A lot of people were wearing shorts with rain boots. A car full of college aged guys rolled up to the stop light. It was a convertible and the top was down. They were talking loudly and in jovial spirits, checking out all the girls as they rolled up. I couldn't quite tell what they were saying until I saw one of them looking right at me. He said, "Now THAT is a crime!" I wasn't sure what he was talking about, except maybe it was my outfit. I was wearing flower print everything, tights, skirt, shirt, and rain boots. I was confused and annoyed. Why should I have to listen to strange boys commenting on my appearance? Why should I have to be wondering weeks later what they are talking about? I definitely wasn't committing any crimes at the time. And I don't like to think of trivializing that word when serious crimes happen every day and aren't taken seriously.