A few months ago at the gym my blood pressure or sugar dropped suddenly while I was on the elliptical. A wave of nausea was followed by my vision starting to go black, then I felt my body begin to collapse. I got off and tried to breathe but only made it halfway to the changing room before I was on the floor ready to faint. I didn't. But I couldn't stand.
One person, who happened to be a doctor, got off her machine to check me.
Nobody else. Not ANY if the gym bros, even the old men, even paused. I could have been having a stroke. Finally, one of the trainers aporoached but only after I'd been on the floor for a minute.
And men scratch their heads wondering, why don't modern women–those abominable creatures!–want to get married and have ten babies? Because you people can't be bothered to help a girl who collapses in front of you.
Disgusting. Change my mind
Men are not protectors. They are bystanders. All they care about is their abs. My eyes were opened that morning.