

Naxos, Greece
In true Carrie Bradshaw inquiry style I'm forced to ask myself: just why is it that confident 'Muscle Mary' Gay Lads (and their posse's) rile me up so much?
I rack my inner thoughts for answers but I'm sure, as always, someone will have the correct answer before and for me.
I've noticed, particularly while travelling solo, that they almost frighten me. They certainly unsettle me. I'd even go so far as to say I feel contempt for them! But, is it loathing or env...