There are literally hundreds of factories running three shifts a day to pump out the Xanax required to keep post-divorce, post-wall future cat ladies "happy".
Women dancing behind the pied piper of feminism are not exactly going to admit they're miserable are they?
"Oh yeah. I go home to an empty apartment, sit on the couch and unfurl my labia before drinking three bottles of wine. Who could want for more?"
Women dancing behind the pied piper of feminism are not exactly going to admit they're miserable are they?
"Oh yeah. I go home to an empty apartment, sit on the couch and unfurl my labia before drinking three bottles of wine. Who could want for more?"
The public will judge a man by what he lifts, but those close to him will judge him by what he carries.