You know what's a pretty powerful deterrent to handsy strangers? Spikes.
You just have to find the right shape (in my case, a slim-fitting motorcycle jacket with zippers and extra-long, flared sleeves), and then you have to commit. And then: boom, awesome.
I don't feel like dealing with winter anymore.
There's something about the close proximity of fancy yachts that make me feel like I should reach for the resort wear.
As you've probably noticed, I'm not all that precious about clothing, and am generally always game to take a pair of scissors to a piece if that means that I'll end up wearing it more often.