That's a little bit odd, because in our garment district, the place I go to to buy fabric most of the time is run by a bunch of Middle-Eastern men and they're always extremely polite and friendly to me and give me a better deal than the other stores in the neighborhood. The only time I don't go to them is if there's something I want that they don't have in stock.

I did get treated like shit by a manager at my local grocery store, and I'm going tomorrow to speak to his manager, because I'm just that pissed off. Argh. But I rarely deal with situations where I feel disrespected or objectified in one-on-one dealings with people, be it at shops or in business conversations or whatnot. Unless it's at a party or a bar. And, well, we don't get cars full of young people in Manhattan. Because young people can't afford cars here, and don't need 'em. We do get grown, adult men who come right up to you or follow being you saying shit, which is creepy as fuck.