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O woman, o woman, I know what you’ve become.
I have seen what you will suffer, accept, and even consecrate, and I have beheld the obscenities you will bequeath to your daughters in the name of your sons. I have watched you gaze into the eye of fevered, frenzied hate and pluck from it the mote of love you need to live.… Read the rest “”
When your daddy first held you in his arms, he looked at you and was saddened to see you were a girl. Twelve years later, mommy looked at your sheets and was disheartened to see that you were now a woman.… Read the rest “”
Last week, she dropped out of college. This week, she wrecked the family car. This morning, she was a smartass at the breakfast table.
This afternoon… is payback.
🙁
That man looks like he’s dressed as Moses for a low budget church play
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Beatdown
If you close your eyes, your perception will bend and twist along with your body. Before long, the house is nicer, the lighting’s better, and the pot-bellied sadist behind the camera suddenly looks a little like Chris Hemsworth. You’re no longer just a collection of irrational insecurities wired to a clitoris; you’re a beautiful, idealized object, transported via your submission to a state of transcendent bliss.… Read the rest “”
“I, um, don’t think I’ve ever said this to a woman before, but… I’d like to compliment you on your joints.”
Poor little leeches… it’s always so messy when you pry them off their hosts.
Next time, try burning it with matches instead.
Some foolish men maintain that women are inherently bad at math. But we know better, don’t we?
Why, you love math so much that you even dream of becoming a statistic.
So pretty.