Someone said that I hated women the other day. It’s actually quite shocking to see your name next to those words. I like women, I’ll tell a total stranger that she looks pretty or I love her hair, whatever, some bullshit, just go away.
Really, do I hate women?
Does it bother me when women screw men out of every dime they can? You have his kid not his soul, ease up.
Do I cringe when I see another social media uprising about rape, rape culture or #MeToo? Men rape, I get it, no need to seemingly bash every single dude all the livelong day.
Do I want to puke when I see an unemployed, lazy bitch waiting in the welfare line with her three kids? Oh, sweet, she has the new iPhone, my phone is from 1975.
Most noteworthy, equality. Women want to be equal. Women are the same as, if not better, than men. I am so fucking on board. Ok ladies, we need to blast through a thousand feet of mountain to get these railroad tracks though. We need fifty thousand skyscrapers and millions of homes. We need you to pull millions of pounds of fish from the ocean and clear out thousands of acres of forest. Get on it.
Oh wait, what? Your nails aren’t dry?
Face it, you want to be equal now because most of the hard work is done. Yes, you can do all the easy stuff as well as a man can, yes dear.
Do I hate women? No, that would be stupid, women are beautiful…. right?