foolish mistakes, but whatever, they are all mine.
I am all the wrong things - fat ,middle aged, bisexual, disabled, loud and I won't go away. My hobby is seeing how many years I can add to my collection before I die.
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Girlie Stuff Guys Don’t Get. This feature is amazing, because it’s not so much misogynistic as just… strangely unfamiliar with basic Earth activities.
Long baths: Lying in a lukewarm tub of your own filth? No thanks.
Bed skirts: Your mattress doesn’t need cute clothes.
Emoticons in texts: Typing eight frowny faces after telling us you’re running late doesn’t make us think you’re really sorry. It makes us think you’re an emotional wreck.
And so on.
Other impossibly girly things he doesn’t get: brunch, tote bags, space heaters, bobby pins, phone cases. I’ve seen a million “ha ha, frivolous feminine things” articles, but this is the first one to just start naming random household objects and activities.
He’s overdoing his misogyny so hard he accidentally overshot women and hit the entire human race. …Which is a pretty good description of Cosmo in general.