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Getting Off Easy, an all-new sexy, single parent romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas is available now! New Orleans firefighter, James Reynaud’s true love is hanging…
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Prompt - 7/30/19
Write a piece in which a character gets off easy.
Women, Want To Be Equal? Reconsider
If women want to be treated equally, want to be treated equal to men, then how about we remove those law saying it's inhumane to hit them?
How about we abolish the agenda that women have to be bargained for first from a hostage situation?
How about they get paid what we get paid but have to still deal with bitchy bosses, over-working, physical pain, and little to no respect when they have an opinion on how the company should help its employees.
Finally, how about they feel the true pain of being called whatever bad name anyone can think of and being ignored when they cry about it to the law?
You women reallllyyy want to be treated the same as men? Then deal with the shit we deal with.
Deal with the fact that when someone slaps us, nobody is going to call the cops and fuss over us.
Deal with the fact that when our partner is physically beating us up and emotionally wrecking us, nobody gives a shit and they assume we're either weaklings or that we're secretly beating up the girl and that's her way to show revenge.
Deal with our world first, THEN see how much you want to live in it.
Be proud of the stupid rights you have that says we can't hit you, even if you batter us and call us worthless every single day.
You say the world isn't treating guys and girls equal? You're right; They're giving women the easy way out of things and leaving us men to take all the backlash.
That is why people say men are the stronger sex, because we have to actually deal with everything that is thrown at us, you women get laws and morals that protect you from having to grow a pair and handle it yourself.
So re-think how you see the world.
In a chaotic, anarchist world with no laws, yes women and men are equal. But we don't live in that world. You are protected, we are left to the mercy of the world's ignorance. Wake up .
Alphonse slams one fist down on Roy’s desk, and all the paperweights jump. “What comes first and foremost is my brother, Colonel. Do you have any idea how hard it is for him—to be who he is? To be brilliant and talented and angry and sad and scared and small? To be alone except for me, and never to think of anyone but me? Some nights I have to make him eat, Colonel, because he’s ‘making progress’ and doesn’t want to stop. We haven’t been normal, and we’ve hardly been children, since the day our mother passed away, and when he tried to share something deeply personal with you, you told him to hide himself. He spends every single day trying to hide, Colonel—trying to hide his automail, trying to hide his intelligence, trying to hide his past, trying to hide his fear and his love and his cynicism and everything else he feels. Trying to hide what he is—when what he is, Colonel, is perfect.”
The soulfire eyes bore into Roy’s as Alphonse leans in very, very close.
“You can give my brother orders,” Alphonse says, “and you can give him instructions, and you can even give him grief about his height if it makes you feel more adequate. But if you ever hurt him like that again, Colonel Mustang, you will answer to me. And I’m not afraid of fire.” He draws himself up, and the overhead lights leave Roy blanketed in his shadow. “Good morning, sir.”
I love when Al lays down the fucking law, man. Love it.
That feeling you get when you go into something thinking you're completely fucked but you end up getting off super easy. So happy right now :)