Ladies, it's time to retire the ancient art of "subtle eye contact and hoping he telepathically receives your vibes." Next time you're at a bar, just walk straight up to the guy, look him dead in the eyes, and say, "Hi, I'm [Your Name], and according to my calculations, you're approximately 73% my type—mostly because you're not wearing Crocs. Buy me a drink or explain yourself." Watch him fumble his beer like a startled raccoon. Confidence is sexy, awkwardness is hilarious, and worst case scenario, you just gave the entire bar a free comedy show. Go forth and hunt, queens. The patriarchy isn't going to topple itself while you sip cosmos and wait for Prince Charming to grow a pair.