Dear dickbag,
I’m 38-fucking-years of age, and have been a grown woman for a very long time. I am no one’s “baby girl.” Go try running that game on one of the young ones who hasn’t yet learned that she’s got value far beyond what you might recognize in her. Or better yet, drop that bullshit entirely. And while you are at it, stop leering at every woman who strikes your fancy, or the ones that set off the alarm in your lizard brain that tells you when she might be easy prey. No woman worth having will give you her number after you’ve eyeballed and sexually harassed her in the Kroger parking lot.
I’m 38-fucking-years of age, and have been a grown woman for a very long time. I am no one’s “baby girl.” Go try running that game on one of the young ones who hasn’t yet learned that she’s got value far beyond what you might recognize in her. Or better yet, drop that bullshit entirely. And while you are at it, stop leering at every woman who strikes your fancy, or the ones that set off the alarm in your lizard brain that tells you when she might be easy prey. No woman worth having will give you her number after you’ve eyeballed and sexually harassed her in the Kroger parking lot.
Women don’t exist in the world to be your eye-candy, to make the landscape prettier, or to be anyone or anything for YOU. It doesn’t matter what you think a woman should be, how you think we should dress and carry ourselves, or what you think we ought to be doin in our spare time. We aren’t in the world to be your soft place to land, your shoulder to cry on, or your fucking shrink…….so do us a favor and keep your comments, opinions, and your overly intimate anecdotes to yourself. Not only have we heard them all before, we don’t care!
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