Pale is the new tan

Twice in one day I was complimented on my pallid complexion by total strangers. While I was walking down Forsyth Street from the Five Points station yesterday, a man addressed me. "Hello," he said, obstructing my path to the crosswalk as he sauntered in my direction. I wasn't sure what he wanted with me, so I probably looked confused. "You, with the alabaster skin," he said with a smile. He was still talking about the beauty of my pasty face as I crossed the street. I wasn't weirded out--I love creepy hilarious things. I laughed out loud for the next three blocks.

Later, on the same street, a man passing by looked at me and said, "Hey, snowflake." A girl who overheard him looked at me bizarrely and asked, "Did he just call you snowflake?" I said, "Yes." He turned around to make sure I didn't take it the wrong way. "It's a good thing!" he said and waved. Now that gives some validity to the earlier man's comment, I think.