Its that tired old nonsense, "I wore this low cut revealing dress and all those pigs do is stare at me." Just makes me laugh so hard, yes you're such a put upon princess that all of these terrible men look at you.
I can't wait for the day that there is a calamity, one that throws humanity into crisis and who do they call? Not the women, that's for sure. They call the men and expect them to take care of it. Then when its over, women can start to pick, nag and feel over important again. They need you when they need you and you can disappear the rest of the time.