I’ve seen the other side of that fence. The one where the women are 35 and single, over employed with career paths to the sky. Free to do whatever they want held down by no one. Drinking out at bars in packs with all their friends, all while swiping left and right and desperate.

Not just for attention, but connection and purpose, body clocks ticking and alarm bells ringing. Fucked fifty people last year, men and women, but can’t find anyone that fulfills them. all fighting over the same scraps of men discarded for good reason by another, or too impatient to build the one they want because their bodies are screaming that they’ve run out of time.