Not all men but far too many women
I joined the gym at Inchydoney Hotel recently and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself. I run on the treadmill for half an hour and then I retire to the beautiful relaxation room overlooking the beach where I drink cucumber water and read my book. Fine, I basically became a member for the cucumber water. You have to take your happiness where you find it.
I was using the hotel’s spa recently when a funny thing happened. I had been alone in the sauna until an older man came in. He asked me where I was from, if I came to the hotel often, and I gave him a tight smile, turning away from him and silently berating the arrogance of men who think they have the right to your time and energy, no matter where you are. “Wait,” he said, “are you Louise O’ Neill?” (In case you’re wondering, being recognised while you’re profusely sweating and wearing a swimsuit is.... disconcerting.)
