If there was ever an article that summed up all of the wrongs of feminism and reasons for a RP lifestyle, this would be it.

http://www.elle.com/life-love/sex-relationships/a34202/my-under-the-tuscan-sun-tinder-disaster/

Choice snippets:

• "Desperate for human connection of any kind, I made a rash decision: I'd leave Tuscany early and head back to Rome to Tinder my face off."

• "The trip couldn't get worse, and I needed a better story than, "I drove around wine country feeling sorry for myself. At night, I drank alone and looked at Facebook pictures of my ex-boyfriends' children."

• "I texted him to figure out a plan: Drinks? Dinner? Dancing? He explained that he had dinner plans and wanted to meet at a park at 4 p.m.."

• "Fear #2: Marco would see me from across the street and, despite his uncontrollable sexual urges, he'd decide I'm super unfuckable. In this fear, my self-confidence and feminist beliefs were no match for my devastated ego."

• ""Where is your hotel?" he asked, two minutes in to meeting. "Let's go there now." He didn't have much time, as he had to prepare for a dinner party I wasn't invited to. "I thought maybe we'd hang out first," I foolishly exclaimed. "You leave in two days, there is no time." (Note: Italian men are excellent at convincing you to live in the moment when they want to have sex with you.) He continued. "It is not a big deal. You are American, you should be open about sex." I was American! I wasn't sure how that related to sexual openness, but maybe he was right?"

• "Marco was assertive, which can be a turn-on, but his brand of assertiveness felt selfish and misogynistic. Or, perhaps I was too old to be commanded to lick a stranger's balls."

Because a future filled with loneliness, regret, shame, disappointment, and bitterness is what every little girl aspires for, right?