Every woman at some point in her life has wished she was a man. Want to know when I wish I was a man the most? Its not when I have to fork out £30+ for a decent bra. Its not half way through a night out, when the ratio of whats in my shoes; feet : blisters swings against my favour. Nor is it in the run up to summer, when every stick with tits is paraded in front of me for 3 minutes every quarter of an hour, advertising clothes I never could, nor should, ever wear. It isnt even when Im doubled over in pain and just want to rip out my innards with my own bare hands but have to carry on as usual because its natural. Its when I say Im just going to have a quick shower and I KNOW Im looking at a minimum of 25 minutes. Those 25 minutes, of essentially a mixture of just standing there and an inadequately practiced water yoga, all due to the fact society wants me pretty much hairless from the neck down, while my male counterpart is in and out in three minutes. THEY are when I want to be a man the most.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 23:12:06 +0000
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