I don’t hate women. Not even a little. Women are awesome.
So awesome, in fact, that when one of them tells me she wants to be treated like a worthless, deviant little whore, I take her at her word and give her what she wants. I don’t pretend to know her better than she knows herself, I don’t fantasize about rescuing her from something that she doesn’t want to escape, and I don’t treat her like a delicate freak incapable of choosing her own path in life.
Hate women? Ha! I fucking love them… even the parts that everyone else wants to throw away.