
Originally Posted by
skintwisterman
I've got one.
When a girl tells you that it's over, is it best to get on and forget her, or is it better to stand there and cry in the rain about how she crushed your heart, taking away all joy from your life, looking back on those memories-- those beautiful, beautiful memories, as powerful, violent and beautiful as a bird-of-prey ripping the still-beating heart out of fresh kill over a verdant valley at sunset? Or simply to mourn the passings of time that have been with her, the ages of bliss and rapture, the nights of amazing passion-- but that's gone now, all gone, it's all gone, passed to go where all memories go, where everything goes, in this endless cycle of happiness followed by an all consuming woe at the end ovf everything, and, oh, how all things en-
Ahem.
What I'm trying to say, is...
Why is female-on-male sexism so rampant and accepted by society?
Consider:
"He's such a flirt, if he doesn't behavem I'll have to cut his balls off!"
"She's such a flirt, if she doesn't behave, I'll have to rip her ovaries out!"
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