This article is the most boring, hackish shit I've ever laid eyes on.
I'm not even antifeminist. I can't hang with the manosphere's nutty political shit. But the thought of this dullard getting PAID for stringing together 7 cliches that have been DONE TO FUCKING DEATH with NO new insight, no honesty, not even extremist entertainment value... somehow this is the one that broke me.
I'm gonna go gangbang a drunk college broad. Hire a woman and pay her 77 cents on the dollar. Catcall every girl I see on the street. It'll be nothing but microaggression after microaggression from me from now on. I'm gonna start a trendy clothing line and not make plus sizes available. I'm gonna write legislation that restricts abortion in meaningless ways in states no one gives a fuck about. I'm gonna body shame Beyonce on twitter. I'm gonna create a TV show and make sure the "diversity" woman writer of color paid for by free network money is Asian, The Race that Doesn't Count. I'm gonna sit on the bus with my knees spread wide like the wings of a mighty condor. Take up at least three seats and project my scrotum musk into the horrified faces of fellow passengers. I'm gonna sit in the back row of tech conferences and say "dongle." I'm gonna mansplain the shit out of everything to everyone, in cisnormative heteronormative shaming language. I will buy every little girl I know a Disney Princess wardrobe and EZ bake oven in bubble gum fucking pink.
How does this piece exist. How have we come to this. If you write words in public, you have an obligation as a human being to make them the truest, most interesting words you can. This is the exact opposite. Everyone involved in conceiving, writing, editing and publishing this should be fed to jackals. Jackals with AIDS.
I'm not even antifeminist. I can't hang with the manosphere's nutty political shit. But the thought of this dullard getting PAID for stringing together 7 cliches that have been DONE TO FUCKING DEATH with NO new insight, no honesty, not even extremist entertainment value... somehow this is the one that broke me.
I'm gonna go gangbang a drunk college broad. Hire a woman and pay her 77 cents on the dollar. Catcall every girl I see on the street. It'll be nothing but microaggression after microaggression from me from now on. I'm gonna start a trendy clothing line and not make plus sizes available. I'm gonna write legislation that restricts abortion in meaningless ways in states no one gives a fuck about. I'm gonna body shame Beyonce on twitter. I'm gonna create a TV show and make sure the "diversity" woman writer of color paid for by free network money is Asian, The Race that Doesn't Count. I'm gonna sit on the bus with my knees spread wide like the wings of a mighty condor. Take up at least three seats and project my scrotum musk into the horrified faces of fellow passengers. I'm gonna sit in the back row of tech conferences and say "dongle." I'm gonna mansplain the shit out of everything to everyone, in cisnormative heteronormative shaming language. I will buy every little girl I know a Disney Princess wardrobe and EZ bake oven in bubble gum fucking pink.
How does this piece exist. How have we come to this. If you write words in public, you have an obligation as a human being to make them the truest, most interesting words you can. This is the exact opposite. Everyone involved in conceiving, writing, editing and publishing this should be fed to jackals. Jackals with AIDS.
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