As silly as it sounds, I have often found myself wishing I was unattractive enough, or old enough to go unnoticed by men. If I want a peaceful night out, I dress down, hide my curves — essentially make myself unnoticeable. I acknowledge the insanity of that thinking and behaviour — yet tell me another way to navigate the relentless and often unwanted advances of men? I think a lot of women may have a similar experience.
A lifelong bibliophile, who seeks to unleash his energy on as many subjects as possible