Women don’t hate you for being attractive, they hate you because you assume all other women are one dimensional and that if they don’t like you it MUST be because they’re jealous and DEFINITELY NOT because you’re a big old meany.
We’re not like that anymore. You’re in the age of the girl crush where we are all mega in love with our friends and have masses of respect and adoration for hot, successful, intelligent women… hello Beyonce/Rihanna/Katy/Natalie/Scarlett/Zooey. But we do know a woman who isn’t on our team when we meet one.
It’s easily sorted though, you just need a man-free night in with yer bezzies doing shots and objectifying Ryan Gosling. THATISALL.
(Not sent to Samantha Brick because she’ll think I’m well jelly.)