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Why Are You Staring At Me?
Day 16 of the 21-day challenge
I’m still committed to documenting my 21-day journey, even if it’s asynchronous. Dear Reader, please bear with me. You’ve got nothing to lose at this point. I have some fun STORIES to tell. The saucy kind about how Instagram has been pimping out my private account to men in the district of Antalya, for no apparent reason… I digress. The takeaway on day 16 is that my life experiences are MONEY. Short and sweet.
A post on Reddit reignited my fire to bring you this story. I often get stared at by men of a certain ethnicity, anywhere in the world, even in places where they also stick out like a sore thumb… The hubris! The sheer audacity!
No wonder there is a loneliness epidemic in OECD nations. I’ve been in the gynosphere. I love it there. Quite frankly, I have always thrived in female-only environments like the last 5 years of secondary school. The 4B movement sounds blissful to a woman like me, who fully intends to retire in an intentional mostly female, multi-generational community. Generally-speaking, women do outlive men and let’s face it, single women live longer than their married counterparts and we are also happier. At this stage in my life, I count very few married women in my inner circle. They are usually immersed in a life which is either playing out as they had intended or just trying to come out of “it”…
