The Bachelorette Capital of the World
Nashville, gender and the female gaze
I’m currently sitting in a Nashville airport.
It’s 4:50am, I’m eating an $80 sandwich, and a woman just walked by with an oversized coffee and a smirk. A smirk that says, can you believe it’s 4:50am? You said it, sister.
Right behind her, and again I stress it’s 4:50am, strides a woman in a red sequined miniskirt. The se…
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