when jenny slate said ‘i’m tired of sinking down to a lower place to be with men. i am tired of throwing a tarp over some of my personality so that the shape of my identity suits some gross man a little better for whatever shitty things he needs to do in order to keep his boring identity erect and supreme’ and ‘i can’t become smaller to fit into a crouching love in somebody else’s meager world. i don’t do that anymore’ and ‘who will meet me at once in all of my worlds and pump with all of my hearts? to have to kill even one of my hearts to match up with you is simply not worth it to me’ and ‘i was born as sweet as that and if i am too sweet for your tastes then just clamp your mouth shut and spin on your heels. i can’t add sourness to my sap anymore just to fit onto a menu in a restaurant for wimps’ honestly yeah
