I need and want more female coworkers. Need more female friends too. Need more female presence in my life.

It'd be comforting to be surrounded daily by those who truly understand the oppressions, difficulties, and frustrations of PMS and of living in a man's world where beauty, youth, and sex appeal are necessary for survival. I'm aware that I'm fighting a losing battle... whenever I turn on the TV and watch my favorite shows, whenever a lingerie catalog comes in the mail, whenever I'm in the checkout line at the grocery store and pass by all the magazine covers graced with staved, nearly-naked girls with big boobs, spray-on flawlessness, and lots of money...

I need women to weep with.