I recently got a question on my blog from a librarian who could not, for the life of her, figure out why she was a magnet for what she called, “Mr. Thuggish-Ruggish Bone.”  As an artsy bohemian type, she wondered what was it about her that gave these men who had such  great contempt for belts and suspenders and owned a wife-beater for every day of the week to go after her.  ”These men who have no goals, lack social skills, spend all their time trolling Facebook — barely looking for employment, and approaching me as if I’m a low-rent lady of the night. I can only deal with so many “psst! psst!”, inappropriate stare-downs to get my attention, or ”Aye, Miss Lady” approaches during the day. When I don’t give them the time of day, I’m referred to as “stuck up” or “bougie” or “only liking white men,” she lamented.