I do not know why I continue to frequent this coffee shop. It provides a comfortable, relatively quiet environment, good coffee, but there are serious drawbacks. These would be the soundtrack that is offered (old standards as sung by Rod Stewart) and the clientele drawn here.
For some reason middle-aged men flock to this space. That's fine by me, except for the fact that these are white, middle-aged men whose every move, every overly loud conversation, exudes entitlement.
I'm listening to two dudes who probably weigh 250 a piece talk about what they'd do to another patron (early 30s, petite, very well dressed, attractive) while she sits within earshot and clearly finds them disgusting.
One of these guys, on his way out, asked the other dude to get her name for him. I am telling you this fool looked like this:
But with worse hair, glasses hot from the David Koresh line at Sears Optical, and a boatload of dandruff all over his LL Bean long sleeve mock turtleneck.
This is unacceptable to me as a feminist and a human being. This man's self-esteem must be harnessed and used for good.
In a similar vein, the New York Times has a piece on Beta Guys. I know a lot of Beta Males, and I like them in theory. The problem with the Beta Males is the same as the problem with the guy above, they over play their hand. Any of the dudes in that article could be dating, but instead they have this unreasonable belief that, despite all appearances, they are entitled to alpha, trophy girlfriends.
Lowered expectations, people.
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