I am not a woman. I am also not a creep. But it occurs to me, from the detailed reports of my female friends, that the world is in the middle of a very serious infestation. Every week I hear reports of more and more creepy encounters with men. These are encounters I have no first hand experience with because, for some reason that is beyond me (I look really good in jeans), I do not attract the creep demographic. But I trust my friends, and if they say creeps are out there, lurking on the same streets that I walk on quite casually, then they must be there.

And from their reports, I don't know how I can tell who is a creep and who isn't. They look just like the rest of us, they work the same jobs as us, there is probably at least one in your extended family. I'm looking at you cousin Jerry with the weird arm hair! I've heard reports of police creeps, taxi driver creeps, homeless people creeps, and even Alec Baldwin creeps. Not you Alec! Not you! But all of my reports are secondhand. How could they be anything different? Women are rarely creeped on in my presence, it happens when they are alone, and though we like to think it can only happen in the cover of darkness, I'm told it occurs in broad daylight too. From the reports of my friend, the world is a truly terrifying place!

So I beseech you ladies of THINQon. Tell me what's it like. Do you walk out of your apartments every day expecting some sort of creep to hit on you awkwardly and with an almost professional level of sketchiness? Do you award certain creepers points for creativity? Is the world as scary as it sounds? Admitidly I live in New York, and here I have a feeling that there must be something having to do with subway platforms that attracts creeps.

Tell me your creep stories! I want to collect them and write a dissertation! I'll do a TED Talk and change the world! Make it a brighter place for females of all kinds! YES WE CAN!