I legitimately do not understand the practice of men shouting and whistling at women when they drive by.

Do you expect us to run after your car screaming, "WAIT, COME BACK, I WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"?

Don't bother commenting on this, Chris, I know your thoughts already!

All About Male Privilege

Someone wrote a post entitled "all about male privilege" - a post about "how guys have it easy", and I somewhat disagree with the main points of her post.

Not that I don't think guys have it easy... Biologically, anatomically, physically they do. In my opinion.

The male privilege is...
- Not having to have a uterus that refreshed every month.
- Not having to go through the love / lust ordeal of losing their virginity
- Not going through the skin ripping pain that is child birth and the horrible side effects that come before that when pregnant
- Not going through menopause and dealing with yet more hormone imbalances and hot flushes

But her points were ridiculous stupid.

Her post results in pointing out stereotypical characteristics such as: "Male privilege is feeling entitled to go up and talk to a woman about anything while anywhere at any time, even if they haven't expressed any interest, and continue onward despite a lack of a response."

Really? Is that what male privilege is?

Flip the gender roles around and the same can be said of women.

This is sexism at its finest, written by a bunny boiling mad woman.

Black & White

I dislike people who think of everything as being black and white; the people who think it's either yes and no; the people who absolutely cannot comprehend that there might just be something other than "black" or "white" - like the fuzzy "grey" area in between for example. People, situations, relationships...are often not as straightforward as that, and narrow-minded people who can't see that bug me.

I hate her.

I want to skewer her. I want her to go down in flames. I want her to be nothing but a pile of ash on the seat next to me. I want the janitor to come in and vacuum up the ashes of her with his dust buster and when he dumps it in the bin outside, I want the rats to vomit and defecate on the ashes of her.

Some idiot that I work with has just scheduled weekly meetings for Fridays from 1pm to 5pm.  I’m going to go ahead and not go to those bad boys.

Who the hell schedules 5pm meetings on a God damned Friday afternoon?