Wednesday, January 28, 2015



As a shrieking feminist harpy, it's been a long held wish of mine to sail away on an ocean of male tears and live on an island that recognises the inherent humanity of women. Women of all shapes, sizes, creeds, colours, bodies and backgrounds would live together in harmony and under a system of collaborative leadership. In the evenings, we'd come together to watch the sunset. Over cold cocktails, where the twizzle sticks are actually dehydrated penises, we'd marvel at how much better it is to live in a society that doesn't see us as peripheral to the real experience of what it means to be human, and doesn't expect us to meekly accept the reality of our own supposed weaknesses. We'd make jokes, because women are very funny. And there would be no MRAs and no mosquitos, because the annoying buzz of tiny, obnoxious pests would be banned.

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