I’m pretty sure a guy took a picture of my ass in Duane Reade yesterday. I was in line at the pharmacy and I heard that distinct shutter-click noise that cell phone cameras make. I looked over my shoulder right away and saw his phone pointed at my lower half.
You’re probably all, “Oh my god, she’s so conceited, why does she think some guy would want to take a picture of her ass?”
I swear I’m not narcissistic - and I don’t know why anyone would take a picture of it. It’s not that great. It’s not giant and it’s not perfect. It’s your run-of-the-mill ass.
I’ve been paranoid about cell phone cameras since Dateline did a special on perverts using them to take pictures up women’s skirts. (Thank you, Dateline, for making me paranoid about practically everything.) Also, Gossip Girl has added to the paranoia. I mean seriously, can those people do anything without having their picture taken and posted online?
It’s a world full of creepers, I tell ya.
