“It seems that when you want to make a woman into a hero, you hurt her first. When you want to make a man into a hero, you hurt… also a woman first.”
“Can I tell you something crazy? Your face is soooo weird!”
“Will you please admit that you’re not cool?!”
“You look like my great-grandmother!”
So today I wore a beige dress to work and, upon feeling cold, could only find a slightly-darker-beige cardigan to wear over it. Big mistake.
“You, sitting alone, drunkenly rating Netflix movies you haven’t watched is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”
says the dude who elects to date me.
Chivalry is alive and well.
At Starbucks this morning, two other people were just ahead of me. The man gallantly opened the door for the woman, and made an exaggerated, jokey proclamation of being chivalrous. And then he unknowingly closed the door in my face.