The smell of testosterone was in the air as I sat eating lunch next to a bunch of Oxford rowers. While trying to keep pieces of fatty meat from revisiting my plate I also had to listen to them celebrate the downfall of feminism.
The smell of testosterone was in the air as I sat eating lunch next to a bunch of Oxford rowers. While trying to keep pieces of fatty meat from revisiting my plate I also had to listen to them celebrate the downfall of feminism.