Josette
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So...I have cats. My family had cats when I was a kid, and I've pretty much had at least one my entire life. Right now I have more than one. There's this huge prejudice against women with cats--at least in the USA, the whole "crazy cat lady" stereotype. I hate it. I don't have 30 cats and my apartment isn't overrun with cat sh**! I am, however, lonely and perhaps a bit desperate. (Ugh.)
Whatever. My point is--I'm already horribly anxious (and entirely avoidant) about dating already. I have to worry about this too? That I'll be rejected just because I have cats? And it's socially acceptable! I see it ALL THE TIME in the media. Just today (prompting this post), it was in Dear Abby! Some a**hole said he'd "passed" on 3 different women because they had cats.
I've discussed this with a few people in RL. They say 'who cares what some a**holes think?' and such. Riiiight. It's all well and good to be above what others think, but I have to live (and date) in the real world. Where women with cats and overweight women are pretty clearly told they're not wanted. So...cats, weight, SA...3 strikes, I'm out.
I don't know what the point of this post is. I guess I just wanted to complain. I was really upset the last 2 weeks and just started feeling a bit more hopeful 2 days ago and then that stupid letter in the Dear Abby column sent me plummeting to depression world. I wish I could take confidence in a pill form. That'd solve all my problems.
Whatever. My point is--I'm already horribly anxious (and entirely avoidant) about dating already. I have to worry about this too? That I'll be rejected just because I have cats? And it's socially acceptable! I see it ALL THE TIME in the media. Just today (prompting this post), it was in Dear Abby! Some a**hole said he'd "passed" on 3 different women because they had cats.
I've discussed this with a few people in RL. They say 'who cares what some a**holes think?' and such. Riiiight. It's all well and good to be above what others think, but I have to live (and date) in the real world. Where women with cats and overweight women are pretty clearly told they're not wanted. So...cats, weight, SA...3 strikes, I'm out.
I don't know what the point of this post is. I guess I just wanted to complain. I was really upset the last 2 weeks and just started feeling a bit more hopeful 2 days ago and then that stupid letter in the Dear Abby column sent me plummeting to depression world. I wish I could take confidence in a pill form. That'd solve all my problems.
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