Your girlfriend doesn't want sex? Blame the L train.
So look— they're telling us scientists figured out why women sometimes aren't, y'know, *in the mood*, and it ain't hormones. Nah. They're saying it's all this other stuff: stress, mental load, the sheer exhaustion of just *existing* sometimes. And I’m sitting here on the Q train, watching the Manhattan skyline come into view over the bridge, and I’m like, *deadass*, you needed scientists for this? Anyone who’s ever tried to juggle a full-time job, pay rent in Bushwick, figure out if the M train is running local or express, and then still has to remember it’s their turn to pick up the dry cleaning and walk the dog, already knows this. It’s not a mystery, it’s just… life. Especially here.
Here's the thing: you think the women of New York City, the ones who are up at 6 AM fighting for a seat on the express bus from Washington Heights, then working a double shift, then trying to find a decent bodega chopped cheese that hasn't gone up to eight bucks, are gonna be all, "Gee, honey, let's get it on"? Nah. We're too busy trying to find a parking spot in Astoria, or praying the G train actually shows up, or just trying to get five minutes of peace without a siren wailing outside the window. This isn't about some biological switch; it's about the sheer grind, the mental gymnastics it takes to just *survive* in this city. That's New York — if you can't keep up, take the bus.
@rach_k_queens, MiTL Sports Desk, out.
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