With all the political nonsense as of late, we as women need to demand more respect from our male counterparts…not feel less or lower than a man.
Sitting at an intersection the other day, I noticed it.
The heavy stare. The primitive instinct. The male bonding.
Thankfully I was not on the receiving end of it. Otherwise my face would be crimson, and I would probably trip and fall as I ran for the nearest tree to hind behind.
A beautiful woman crosses the street. Two men sitting inside a cafe at the window, stare her down simultaneously. Not sure if one tapped the other to look up, or they both had an instinctive radar for heels and long hair blowing in the wind.
I sat at the intersection staring at the men…wondering why.
Why do they do this? I know I have stared briefly at a good-looking male from time to time, but look away immediately for fear of him catching me glance at him, so I have kept my stares down to a half of…
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