Day 4
I have officially opened the windows! What an adventure, I mean ain’t I living on the edge? The fresh wizz of the passing petrol munching vehicles and the fumes of the shit that dogs like to do just outside my window. I mean I might have to caution my dear readers and fans ( out there in the vast, vast, vast universe, someone is there ).
So, I have been drying my long hair near the window ( I never did cut em’) and I realised that none of the girls that passed below the window( on the first floor) tried to do a reverse Cinderella on me ( Can’t remember the name of the long haired girl who’s kept in the tower and the prince climbs up the hair… and so on) .
I mean, I have heard no stories, zero of women doing all that stuff just so that they can sleep with the boy. Women always like to be chased and then cajoled and it’s never the men who get the same kind of treatment ( imagine girls running after you(hot girls*) ) and climbing up my balcony if I let a kiss fly and stuff.
In real life, maybe I’d be charged with some sort of indecency, immorality clause (we have a truckload of them) for showing my open mane to the girl and trying to seduce her with kisses.
In theory, feminism should have done that, right? Made genders equal, but I have a nagging feeling that it’s a very biased kind of we’re gonna get back at you kind of movement. There are no feminists marching up and down the road to get them equality in sanitation department, it’s always the good jobs. Not very equal I think.
Not that I am saying that it’s the fault of the girls that the present situation is present. But the direction that the ‘reforms’ are taking is more of the entitlement kind of view rather than viewing every human as a person, without the need of having markers for every subdivision.
PS I might get hounded by the offenazi for having my own opinion on the issue. The best way out is to praise whosoever is the most vocally offended. Go progressive career women with networking skills ! PCWNS!
PPS I think it was Rapunzel
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