u/Helpful_Week6720

Have you ever read a book from the 90s? Prepare to be shocked. 70s or 80s? I can’t believe they are in circulation.

i tried. I inserted the word “patriarchy” once into every conversation I had with my grandfather, twice while he was in hospice. I once had a roommate who let a man pay for her meal. I went down to that restaurant and slapped the bolognese right out of her face.

And now there is you people: you can crow all you want to about power and gender hierarchy coming from a milkmaid who is jerking off the resident Minotaur. One of you even routinely recommends books wherein a woman has all of her holes pounded by—men. MEN! And then you celebrate it.

if you honestly think there is something entertaining about a snake man breaking a farm worker’s pelvis by way of his hot beef injection, then I pity you. If I ever see that happen, I am going to rip that man’s forked tongue out and use it as a ponytail holder.

The submission, the income inequity, the bat wings—ever ask yourself why the men have superior dragons? Didn‘t think so. Because you Do Not Get It.

Worst. WORST OF ALL, you accept cheating. “Oh, but I love a good love triangle! It’s just fun! It’s fiction!”

IS IT? That is not the kind of thing that Jeremy and Amy need to hear because I hope both their faces fall off. That’s what you are allowing yourselves to call enjoyment. Broken hearts, six pints of Chunky Monkey, and a restraining order later, I can’t help but think that your choice of reading is only shoving women down in this world (I can’t even handle the concept of gender nonconformity rn) and if you even remotely disagree with me, well. I guess you just aren’t quite as progressive as you think you are.

Also: Manacled Funeral

Once I simultaneously sailed around on roller skates and made a potato salad but I never tried roller blades. If I do, will I ever be as good as Mary Berry? I loved her Victoria Sponge back in the day, so I’m considering whether or not I should combine her blading skills with her blended fish pâté.

The explanation was that it was “low effort,” which only confirms that the internet is staring at every aspect of my life