Last things first.
- I’m tall and old and cunts are stupid… making them feel small and fragile doesn’t require a weight-loss regimen.
- I’m all for telling her what she can and can’t eat. I’m all for dictating quantities and qualities. I’m all for making her spend the day feeding off of whatever she can get out of me. I’m all for declaring that I’m the only person who gets to stick anything down her throat.
- But encouraging someone’s unambiguously self-destructive impulsivity and broken habituation? I’m into long-term relationships with functional, purposeful people who are better for being in my life, so… no thanks.