Stereotypical NT women

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Is it just me or do stereotypically feminine women make you sick? I feel like I am almost allergic to popular people.

If they're nice people, they don't make me sick at all, but ones that are trying to compete with other women in terms of femininity make me sick.

That type of person makes me leery. To me, they are not sincere and are trying to manipulate others by the way they act. I guess it is the exact opposite of a man trying to act real machismo

Yeah, but that's because I am just jealous : 3
The majority of the other girls just look so perfect, so pretty... I don't. I look like a disturbing sexless thing. When I was in middle school they used to tell me I was a sexless animal who's neither human.
I am jealous because they dress pretty and everybody likes them. They have all the guys around them even if they treat them like s**t. I don't treat guys like s**t but still they don't like me.
Maybe it's because I don't go out of my house half-naked or maybe it's because of my frequent mood swings and not rare bouts of anger. Or maybe they're scared because I listen to "violent" music like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r38cxA4bj60

Droppy, I can kinda relate to your situation. Thats some of the reasons why I hate stereotypical NT females. For me, its more feeling inferior in personality and likability. Not so much looks. I dont care that much about looks.

I don't know if it's the same for anyone else here, but I find, the reason I have guy friends, instead of girlfriends, is because of two reasons:

1) I used to find women harder to understand. Their emotions are much more complex than most men. It's much easier for me now that I'm older, but I haven't made any new friends for some time.

2) While I'm not intimidated by other women, there are some women which I find I just don't share anything with. No interests, or opinions. I understand this doesn't apply to all women, but I find too many of them don't really have a life outside of their romantic relationships.

I used to feel like that. I think it was jealousy. But my sister told me that she wasn't going to invite me to anymore parties if i was going to b***h about her friends and make fun of them for talking about makeup and that's when I realised that I had a problem. I've managed to change my attitude and I was in a shop with her recently looking at makeup and said to her that I could spend so much money on make up if I wasn't careful. She nearly died of shock. What? Really? "you used to hate this stuff."

I think I was only rebelling against the kind of people who had rejected me as a teenager because I had no money and looked like a scruffy vagabond.

They don't make me sick and I don't inherently dislike them. I do feel wary and a bit uneasy and anxious around them a lot of the time, though. There are just so many subtleties that I don't pick up on, so I feel like they could be saying something mean or thinking I'm odd and I wouldn't even know it. It's like I feel vulnerable, so I get anxious. Most of it stems from school growing up, but I still get some judgmental reactions from people, especially women. I'm not a "normal" woman, so I get snide remarks and sideways glances. I just try and ignore it. Smart, pretty women may see me as a bit odd or not invite me out, but I've found that the women who are actually mean to me tend to be ugly, overweight, and/or unintelligent. It's a mixture of "she's odd" with them feeling threatened by me, so their reaction is to converge and destroy.

So when a woman is particularly mean to me, I take it as an admission of her self-hatred and insecurity. Happy, secure people aren't cruel-- unhappy, insecure people are.

The younger girls (between 16 - 30) are bitchy and competitive. These ones I can't stand. You can find the rare nice one.

The older women (between 30 - 99) come in two flavours:
1/ Nice and well adjusted people.
2/ Sour and bitter people.

They don't make my physically sick per say but I can't stand being around them. Neurotypical women (especially stereotypical ones) are the absolute worst combo for me to be around. I have literally nothing in common with them and using my experience as a Subway sandwich worker as an indicator, they also hated me more than any other group.

I try not to judge by looks.

I always find that they like me, so I like them.

I am NT, but not stereotypical. I find that they are often a bit wary of me and I find it difficult to establish a deep connection with them...especially English women. (I live in England, but I am American). I have found cool friends among women in tech and my rugby teammates.

not at all. if you mean just the sight of them. since I go both ways, I quite like pretty women

But I do feel weary in social situations as I am so bad with social cues and I never get the automatic competition for social hierarchy that is always going on so frequently feel like either I am being bullied or I'm unintentionally bulling other people. So from that point of view I find it easier to just stay well away and look from afar. (I hope that doesn't sound too creepy)

I get jealous of other women. I find motivation of making an effort with my appearance really hard. I'm more of a ''get out of bed, get dressed, clean teeth, brush hair for 2 minutes and then out the door'' type of woman. I am not much of a ''get out of bed, spend half an hour in the bathroom, spend another half an hour in front of the mirror, spend another half an hour choosing what to wear by trying things on to see what goes with what and gyrating about in front of the mirror obsessing over how fat or thin I look in which clothes, rummaging through my collection of shoes to see which shoes goes with the clothes I am wearing, spend another 20 minutes arting my nails, spend another 20 minutes picking and matching the jewelry, another 10 checks in the mirror to look at my sparkling face, and then out the door'' type of woman. I just can't be bothered with all that. I just don't have the enthusiasm, and it's hard to make myself have the enthusiasm too. But at the same time, I am jealous of women who do have the enthusiasm and the motivation to happily make it part of their routine.