Seriously, what is the deal with that? I can tell people I’m proud of both centimetres and they’ll laugh along with me, never once assuming I’m being honest (and hiding my shame through humour :awww: ) about it. But should an angry ex-girlfriend, who is well known for telling lies about anyone who dares split up with her once they find out that her personality really is a collection of the most evil traits known to man (the sort that owns Murder She Wrote on DVD for example) start saying stuff like that, then it’s taken as truth immediately by her peers, even though they know damn well that she lies in these situations, and even though a week before she was boasting about the guy’s size and it has somehow lost three metres in combined area since then according to her story. It’s the curse that men everywhere have to face.
The thing is, women find it funny to do that, never once thinking of the hypocrisy they’re breeding into each other. What if guys did that sort of stuff to you? What if we told people that we broke up with you because your vagina creeped us out by looking and smelling like Mickey Rooney dipped in mustard? What if we joked amongst ourselves about women with small cars compensating for gigantic buckets they carry around in their panties? What if you were the cute little cartoon up there, drowning your sorrows in a cartoon club with a drink and a wink and lamenting the fact that you have no arms?
The revolution is coming, men are already burning their boxers and walking around liberated down there. One day there will be a reckoning, and those of you with breasts will find that your lies will come back and take photos of their liberated selves in your mouths as you sleep. So say all the men in the world!