And honestly, how sad is that? Imagine, your entire sense of self is propped up on a deeply ingrained belief that because you are a man, you are destined to be a victim of a pervasive, systemic, completely unjustifiable movement against your gender that was created by women as yet another means of emasculation and character obliteration for the purpose of driving your entire gender to commit suicide.

But it doesn’t even occur to you that by hijacking a female identity in order to prove your case, all you are really doing is strengthening theirs.

Just one more man, comandeering the aspects of femininity that get his needs met while simultaneously throwing all the rest of her to the wolves.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.