Toxic Masculinity and the Harmful Standards We’re All Expected to Meet
Recently I woke up uncharacteristically early for a Saturday to meet a friend and her baby for coffee. I am embarrassed to say that by “uncharacteristically early” I mean 8:30am, which is not that early. I get it.
As I walked by two chipper twenty-something-year-old girls in skintight leggings either in route to or on their way back from a workout class, I found my mind reeling.
Why is it that I see so many more women in New York City whenever I wake up early on the weekends? Why do they seem so much more productive than men?
I …
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