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So it’s late at night and I’m thinking too much.
A guy messaged me on my okcupid, and first off I’m not terribly interested in what he’s trying to sell me, besides which his profile has a few major red flags for possible abuser. So, when he asks me why I’m not interested (don’t they always), I’m honest with him—nothing to lose, right?
And he’s shocked and offended by “the falsehoods [I’m] implying” (his phrase, not mine). It’s mean to think that people on the internet might be potential abusers, he says. And once again, I realize that men think about dating in a whole different way than women do.
It’s like if you’re offered a choice of three chocolates, and told that one has raspberry jam filling, one has coconut cream, and one has face-melting acid. Now, you could just say no, thank you, and never eat chocolate again. That’s valid. Or you could decide to take the risk.
Say, now, that each chocolate has a shape on top. Say one has a white dot; the next has red stripes; the final one has a bright chartreuse skull and crossbones. You don’t know precisely what shape means what, but hey, you can take an educated guess.
And this is where the metaphor breaks down, because the acid chocolate isn’t going to berate you for not choosing it, or tell you that it’s mean to not give it a chance, it’s not like all the other skull-and-crossbones chocolates—it’s one of the good ones! It’s not going to call you prejudiced against candy or frigid or bitchy while you try to explain no, I’m just trying to protect my face from being melted off.
And I don’t know how to get that point across to them. Men who take my protecting myself as a personal slight, that is, not chocolates.The chocolates are easy. I can just crack them open to make sure they’re not coconut, then eat them.
Today I offered a kid the choice between a chocolate chip cookie and a sugar cookie with pink sprinkles and I swear to fuck her eyes lit up and she looked like she was staring into the face of god
What the majority of feminists probably don’t understand is that when men have children, those men become the patriarch of their family. How would females/mothers feel if there was a Masculist movement that blamed Matriarchy for all of the oppression in the world?
what is this even supposed to mean
If feminism is so “gooder”, then how does bacon cattle shrimp stew race goats across the pacific ocean? sorry, too LOGICAL for you???
imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
"what gets wetter and wetter the more it dries"
"your mom eeyyyyyyy"
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