Carrie can be disgusting but deep inside she may be fine. Who knows.

Do let us know when you and the rest of those typing monkeys manage to recreate the entire works of Shakespeare, will you? So far you're managing more like the early works Norman Mailer after a severe head injury and a few scotches.

Are you free for a drink tonight?

Oh yes, the point.. the bouncer... She had the great expectations of the bouncer but he turned out to be no gentleman. An asshole. So to speak. He let her down. Driven to tears, she fled by taxi. How shaming.

Oh, you forgot to present a single point to contradict the main issue: That the bouncer at the House — an establishment in her neighborhood, one she had actually patronized — was an asshole for not letting her in.

Peggy, you look leggy without looking vulgar. Fabulous dress.

Now, do yourself a favor and have some counterpart inscribe on your red (no pun intended) shiny ass in block letters the following reminder: “I must live in the real world as opposed to one that exists only in my little head!”

Even if you believe women should have to gear their clothing to discourage sexual attention (which, by the way, doesn't work; I was on Georgia Ave. the other night in jeans and a t-shirt and I may as well have been wearing a bikini), you have yet to present a single point to contradict the main issue: That the bouncer at the House -- an establishment in her neighborhood, one she had actually patronized -- was an asshole for not letting her in.

If your car ever breaks down somewhere unsafe, and you've come from the gym and you're wearing those short-shorts and your fine callipygian little ass is threatened by 300-pound shaved-head hooting leather-clad S & M bikers, I hope that a local club will offer you sanctuary, rather than lecturing you smugly about your shorts and the importance of regular car maintenance and sending you back out for the ass-pounding beatdown that you would so richly deserve.

And don't pretend that a short skirt and cowboy boots does it for you, Ernest; you've made your sexual predilections entirely clear. If you google "red shiny ass of female baboon in heat," you should find some women you can really talk to.

No, stalkers are not “excused from culpability”. Stalking is vulgar and creepy, but the article is not about stalkers, it’s about Angela, by Angela and from Angela’s perspective. Take another angle, however, and she may have been sending wrong signals to the wrong guy. Inadvertently, no doubt, but nevertheless.

The Taliban comparison is particularly preposterous. There’s a time and place for everything, that includes displaying “hints of sexuality”, or what some call cock teasing. And somehow Georgia Ave in the heat of the night doesn’t strike me as the right place for this particular activity, especially when considerations of respect and safety are involved.

“… short skirts….. barely warrants dissection of all the assumptions...” Cut the crap, Carrie. Not that there’s anything wrong with short skirts, but again, time and place are of crucial importance. Sporting one on a seedy block is unwise unless she wishes to be accosted by the kind of men who hang out on seedy blocks. According to the reporter, that wasn’t the case. Reduced to tears, she had to flee. Doesn’t it prove my point?

So let's focus on the hypocrisy of your argument re: taking responsibility for your actions: That applies to no one but Valdez? Stalkers are excused from culpability? Citizens need feel no responsibility to each other when one of them expresses concern for her safety and asks to stop inside for a minute?

I'm sure the Taliban boys would be down with your argument: Men can't be expected to behave responsibly; the slightest hint of sexuality causes them to leap, penises a-throbbin', onto the nearest female. Therefore women should wear the veil and stay indoors if they desire safety or respect. (I'm not sure which gender that idea insults more.)

Tell the truth, Ernest: Has Jane Goodall seemed *unusually* interested in you lately? Would you like a yummy yummy banana?