We got off the Titanic first. We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. Our boy friend's clothes make us look elfin and gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours. We can be groupies.
Male groupies are stalkers.
Taxis stop for us. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we're gay. We can hug our friends without wondering if WE'RE gay.