Inner Feminist
14Apr08
Women want equal respect, not equal responsibility… and I’m okay with that.
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Tags: feminism, feminist, sexist, woman, women
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That is pretty funny!
my inner male chauvinist finds tis funny:>
The best gift for your female is a collar and very firm guidance so the simple typical addle-minded female is not forced to attempt what is either very difficult or impossible for the typical American female… act as an adult in a rough and tumble society that requires an ADULT to accept responsibilities along with attaining rights and priveleges.
Guide your female. Do not expect the simpleton to think logically or rationally.
Reward good behavior with the shiny trinkets and baubles the simple creatures crave so much.
This message brought to you by the Females as Property Movement.
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Please drop dead. Thank you.
The post is funny, the creature whose comments I preside….not so much. Just merely sick.
Thanks for commenting on this. I had forgot about this picture. Love it.
Women are neither equal nor different to men – they are inferior. Women rarely if ever organize themselves effectively because they are unable to think logically.
If all men told the truth the tears of women would create another flood.
Where neither love nor hatred is in the game a woman is a mediocre player.
Women for the most part do not love us. They do not choose a man because they love him, but because it pleases them to be loved by him.
Women have no sympathy . . . And my experience of women is almost as large as Europe. And it is so intimate too. Women crave for being loved, not for loving. They scream at you for sympathy all day long, they are incapable of giving any in return for they cannot remember your affairs long enough to do so.
A woman rarely discards one lover until she is sure of another.
Woman’s dearest delight is to wound man’s self-conceit, though man’s dearest delight is to gratify hers. There is at least one creature lower than man.
Even a fickle woman is loyal to one man – until she prefers another.