Anyone who follows this blog knows I had a little “work” done on my face less than two months ago. Although my looks aren’t dramatically different, I think I look fresher and somewhat younger.
I’ve noticed something slightly disturbing as a result: I’m getting more attention from men on the street. I don’t mean they’re falling all over themselves to get my phone number (oops, I mean e-mail). But they are smiling more, making small talk and glancing my way.
Why does this bother me? Because it confirms and emphasizes how superficial and ridiculous men can be.
I didn’t have the face work to attract men. I have a man. I wanted my outer coating to more closely mirror my inner core. I am not a shread bit different.