“ FEMINAZI? ” the term made the wraith CRINGE a bit, but he continued to run his claws through the young man’s hair. “ i’m sorry… i suppose. is she very SCREAMY and MILITARISTIC? or do you just not support FEMINISM? ” if it was the latter, he would have to DISAGREE with the other’s world view, but he wasn’t about to debate.
“The day I’m a feminist is the day I’ll be dead. HOWEVER, you’d have to be totally fucking insane to agree with this bitch; she’s droning on and on about how we should ‘abolish Father’s Day’ and how fathers never do shit. The fuck.”
[He stops talking then - not because he’s EVER going to back down (feminism is an embarrassment within itself and that’s something he’ll stand behind) but because he’s tired. He’s tired of this movement, he’s tired of whiny girls, and he’s tired of the internet allowing them to spew their pathetic hatred. He hasn’t slept in what feels like four years and he looks like shit for it too.]









