Published in Boobs, Bumps and Blood, 2016
Occasionally in this life, you come across a woman who apparently despises her own gender so much so that, as a female, you feel entitled to smack them in the street and revoke their vagina license.*
I believe there should be a concentration camp for women like this in which they’re submitted to ‘A Clockwork Orange’ style re-education of Tina Fey and Amy Schumer videos for weeks on end until they stumble out and admit that their internalised misogyny was actually the culmination of a childhood with an overbearing father as well as a fairly circuitous tactic for getting laid.
I recently encountered one of these women and her comments made me so livid that I did something I do not recommend to any intelligent member of civilized society – I engaged in a genuine, no holds barred Facebook argument. This woman enraged me by posting a smug status stating that the sort of women who partake in promiscuity may be good for some fun but are ultimately not the sort of women that any man wants to settle down with.
Almost as though she alone had received notice on the consensus of an entire gender and was now descending the mountain to the masses of women anticipating with baited breath the moment that she set the stone tablet down before them reading: “Turns out they don’t want sluts”.