I’m not a misandrist - but, as a prison guard who is assigned to women prisoners, I force them to wear blue shirts and blue underwear. I’m quite confident that, by being forced to endure the humiliation of dressing like men, they’ll come to see themselves as the worthless scum that they are.
If anyone ever tells you you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don’t need that kind of negativity in your life.
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
Cho Chang is like fifteen when a boy tries to change the subject and she replies “But I need to talk about it,” which 1) HERO, LIFE GOALS, and 2) she then adds “Surely you need to talk about it too” like she’s worried about this dude’s mental health while also pleading for a kindred spirit. Protect this child.
*hackles rise towards anyone who shits on Cho*