Hotting

Getting massively hotter over the course of four years has really decreased my opinion of people, even as I reap the boons and benefits of being treated better and more respectfully everywhere. It just shouldn’t matter so much, especially in contexts where it’s completely irrelevant.

But it does. I like and hate that I can stroll into a place and get what I want so much more easily now. A lot of women act like giggly messes around me and help me even when I don’t want to be helped. At the same time, men treat me less like an annoyance and more like someone to kowtow to.

It’s not really right or fair, though. And it bothers me even as I benefit from it.