That's a man baby
About half way down, she wrote:
(NOTE: I’ve reached that point, but happily so since I’m a lesbian and generally a hater of all things creepy men).
Oh, well, that just negated all the whining about having to find a guy and do the kid thing and all those other 'find a guy' problems in what might have been an ill behaved low life neighborhood. Prince Charming isn't going to follow his nose, and if he had, she wouldn't have wanted him anyway--or is this just sour grapes? (or beans, or something).
If she really wants to clear a room, I recommend pickled eggs, cheap draft beer, and pickled pepperoncini peppers. That'll get 'em every time. Beans might add volume, but they can't compete for potency. Add in a few good, hot chillis, and she can run off a cur dog from a dead sleep.
As for
Ladies, we can stink men into submission.
Nope, real men will give ground, but submission is out of the question. At least some poor SOB with serious beer goggles won't be tempted to invade her space. She might attract a few coprophiles, though.
I know Ladies who are no taller than she is, yet command a room when they walk in, not out of wealth, fancy clothes, 'hot looks', or social status, but because their personality is one which elicits the respect of those around them. They don't just 'get respect', they make the people around them feel respected too. It's an art, and apparently, she never mastered that--but then, "lady" just doesn't seem to be the first term which comes to mind in describing someone who will fart their way to a double wide seat on a subway. Pity she never mastered the fine art of simply asking if someone would just move over a little.
In fact, I think she found her problem. If she wants to walk around blaming men, well, she won't be the first person. I notice she specified "white" men, so apparently she has some additional grievance based on race (maybe because 'white men' tend to be 'hairier' than others, something she seems to find off-putting), but basically what I am seeing here is a typical SJW who has decided to paint the inside of her bloomers with farticles to get even with a world she doesn't feel has treated her in the way to which she thinks she should be automatically accustomed.
If she truly believes a world of people relieving themselves in public, lurking in shadows, and crowding her on the subways will (hairy arms and all) will be improved by her release of noxious emanations, I genuinely feel sorry for her, but more so for the people around her who are living in that same world, condemned to breathing the results of her efforts.
What this selfish princess doesn't get is that the people on that subway have their own problems, and fouling the deck (or the air) just means the world got a little nastier for everyone. Without regard for the miseries everyone else endures, their sets of problems, their troubles, it's all about her, and what she can inflict on those she thinks are better off,
because she thinks they are better off.
Chances are, they are just more mature at dealing with their problems, and instead of trying to make her world a little better, one person at a time, she is out to make everyone more miserable. I just hope he has to wash the butterflies out of her own britches.