Pick me Girl
I observed a pick me girl in the wild life, directing her entire being towards two performative men in a very obvious way. You could see it in her hands, constantly touching, somewhere between maternal gestures and slightly sexual ones. She was relaxed, playful, effortless, and affirming in almost every action. She gave these men endless attention, and I was shocked at how little they gave back. This all happened in the middle of the workplace, and the two men seemed like sixteen-year-old boys, relatively twinky, a mix of sportswear, knitted colorful clothes, and non-waterproof shoes. This interaction between the pick me girl and the performative male revealed a phenomenon I perceived: young men who easily attach because they only want to collect female attention without responsibility or consequences, or better, no accountability but deeply concerned about a hurt or humiliation their parents gave them. But you cannot criticize them much because their queer appearance seems to free t...
