an open letter to the three construction workers who wolf-whistled at me while i was walking to my car

I very nearly dismissed your lechery as good-natured flattery until I saw who you were leering at after I had passed. Straight out of Transamerica that one. Yikes.

So, either you mistook me for a remarkably petite tranny or your standards aren't exactly high. Either way, rather than complimented I'm feeling mildly affronted and thought you should know.

Yours in rebar,
Mrs. White

P.S. - Way to support the stereotype guys. Really.