Probably many women are now complaining because they didn’t have to approach - they could get guys by just waiting. These two groups of women, those complaining about being approached and those complaining that they aren’t being approached, are two different groups with little overlap.
At the same time, not having to approach was a privilege while being approached without wanting it was an infringement.
I think it’s much better that women who are just trying to enjoy their nights are spared some drunk person trying to solicit sex or a date from them. Conversely, I don’t really think women having to face rejection is as big a deal.
I rarely leave the house because of the “but I just want to be friends” or the “compliment” or the looks, or the honking… it’s disgusting. And it never stops. So I don’t go out, when I do go out I don’t go alone and make the extra effort to look and shit as possible. I wish I could live in a world where I could feel save to wear the clothes I want and to go out when I want… or be invisible, that would be cool.
Even when I’m with my husband and father men approach me like… ew, and when they notice I’m accompanied by men the back pedal so fast.
Yes, and now a lot of them are complaining that men are not chasing anymore…
Probably many women are now complaining because they didn’t have to approach - they could get guys by just waiting. These two groups of women, those complaining about being approached and those complaining that they aren’t being approached, are two different groups with little overlap.
At the same time, not having to approach was a privilege while being approached without wanting it was an infringement.
I think it’s much better that women who are just trying to enjoy their nights are spared some drunk person trying to solicit sex or a date from them. Conversely, I don’t really think women having to face rejection is as big a deal.
I rarely leave the house because of the “but I just want to be friends” or the “compliment” or the looks, or the honking… it’s disgusting. And it never stops. So I don’t go out, when I do go out I don’t go alone and make the extra effort to look and shit as possible. I wish I could live in a world where I could feel save to wear the clothes I want and to go out when I want… or be invisible, that would be cool.
Even when I’m with my husband and father men approach me like… ew, and when they notice I’m accompanied by men the back pedal so fast.
I can’t stand these women. They need a psychologist, a psychiatrist and many meds, because I don’t believe that even for a second.