I don’t hate men.
I just don’t prioritize them. I don’t excuse them. I don’t tolerate their shit.
But I’ll be damned if I try to dictate to other women how they feel about men according to their lived experiences.
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I don’t hate men.
I just don’t prioritize them. I don’t excuse them. I don’t tolerate their shit.
But I’ll be damned if I try to dictate to other women how they feel about men according to their lived experiences.
I want a holiday named for the first person to invent the earbud, providing the women of the future with a first line of defence against catcalling, unwanted conversation on public transit and d-bag teenage male Neanderthals who will. Not. Shut. Up.
Men are weak
I can sit in a room and listen to porno-worthy female moaning on a constant and repetitive basis without choking a bitch, listen to them deem which of the ladies of whatever thing they're looking at or watching is hot or not, and see tons of the ladies in porn (I mean yes okay I do share porns with Hubby for one thing)
but like
the guys are like
no homo
that's gay
They can't see guys fucking and can't deal with conversations briefly detailing chemistry points between male characters, uncomfortably joke and razz on my dearest of pairings
If they knew I was looking at my favorite gay fics over here in the corner they'd be like freaking out
...
Yeah dudes are weak.
XD
So while I was coming back from Trin's place with groceries etc. I parked in front of my house, blearily opened the door and some 40ish fratboy asshole biking along with his friend yelled "Hay baby! Does your boyfriend let you drive?!" at me.
I stood there holding my bag of groceries with a profound Sisko-ian 'what the fuck are /you/' look on my face and said nothing. Which he then took as an invitation to stop his bike, get off it, and start walking in my direction. I put my groceries calmly back on my passenger seat, got in the car, started the engine and was contemplating if an upstanding court-presentable white girl would get into all that much trouble with the police for riding down a guy on a bicycle yelling "It's MY car, you piece of shit!" when, perhaps sensing the drift of my thoughts, asshole 40ish fratboy dude got on his bike and rode away.
That is not how I wanted to end my otherwise lovely evening.
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listen, being a feminist doesn't make you ~*dick-chopping domestic-hating elisa*~, designing a PENIS GUILLOTINE DOES ;-)
LOL
YES
VERY TRUE
see people need to make that distinction. I hate men cos I'm a stone cold bitch, but not because I am a feminist ok theres a difference.
Just realised that the children's book I'm working on
which is all about not letting anyone define you by your looks or defined gender
could very easily be read as a treatise on how much better girls are than boys
because all the princes are sucky and shallow and self-obsessed
and in the end the princess goes off with the only prince who gave a crap about her, who happened to have been a girl in disguise all along
I WROTE A MISANDRIST BOOK PROMOTING THE GAY AGENDA
(I am so proud)
(applause plz)