I think the more senior gentlemen who live on my street have really warmed up to me since I started staying home and doing traditional lady things like wearing an apron, shaking out rugs & blankets and gardening.
When I brush the flour off my hands mid-pie-crust-rolling and run out to meet the mailman in my apron, it's like I'm bringing a comforting piece of 1955 back to the neighborhood.
And now the neighbors say "hi" and wave from across the street. Ah, misogyny.
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You should balance it out by riding a motor cycle through the neighbors' yards sometimes. I think that be good for the universe.
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