It's never too late, as surely night will fall again and again.

I think now, I can say with confidence, "fuck me!" 'Tis the burden of my sex, I s'pose! Sheesh!!

So slow am I to steep in all the misgivings of society that, when something so innocuous is said in light heart, do phrases such as "one of the boys" wriggles into my consciousness over some number of months, forces me to reexamine the whole of societal existence itself!

Like, no, seriously...what in the fake privilege? What a circus! (You may be wondering if I am some staunch feminist indoctrinated by some college level courses or some rogue organization...I am assuredly not. I am simply navigating this body with the brain that accompanied it.)

As if my low brow, immature jokes, and laid back nature could possibly transform my gender more easily than the trans community, who daily sacrifice their lifetime of misaligned gender entirely at threat of continuing to safely breathe and exist -- both socially and literally.

While it may seem complimentary to be "one of the boys," the connotations are a bit dehumanizing, aren't they?

...while women everywhere shoulder the burden and fear of mismanaging and second-guessing our own interactions and right to take up space with each other. And while many men also exist in fear and apprehension of interacting with womankind as well.

So, while men offer an arguably "less complicated" interaction, in the absence of social chess and media-perpetuated misogyny, we mustn't forget how a patriarchal system enables them to "own property" while affording them the leisure and comfort to take up space as a "divinely ordained right..."

Why, it is no wonder that a sense of indignation and resentment drives a woman to be louder, to compete for territory, and to stand her ground... to be listened to while fighting to take up the very same amount of space her counterparts take up.

Let me explain: as I'm sure most women have first-hand accounts of this throughout their own lives, but how ingrained of an experience it is to say or propose something in all seriousness without it being fully considered, and, more often than not, completely dismissed.

While the question of chemical differences between men and women isn't my particular point of expertise, I theorize another reason (aside from the heightened social awareness generally impressed upon women from a young age) is the lack of consideration and weight awarded to a woman's words.

Speaking from personal purview, by contrast, everything *feels* straightforward and "honest," but I think that feeling is derived from a misinterpretation of origin and its environment.

Anyway, within the confines of that limited scope, why is it a stereotype that there are women who seek friendships with men more than women?