"When I was a young college student, I had a boss at my part-time job who told me that she hadn’t changed her name when she got married the first time. She ended up divorced, and when she married her second husband, she opted to change her name. When I wondered why, she said that changing her name was her way of saying OK, I really mean it this time."
Heh heh heh. Ahhh, is there anything better than kicking back, pouring a tall one, lighting up a cigar and watching feminists put bullets through the aortas of their finite lives?
What I truly savor out of all of it, is how they villainize and hate the best thing that can happen to them, and dat be men.
Really, name something better in life. Name something genetically engineered to be complimentary to you, something that is sentience and thus infinitely dynamic. Something that is not a thing, but an engaging human being, and something that is also designed to be all giggity about you.
You can't name it! You can't!
The best thing in life for women is men, and the best thing for men is women.
And while men readily admit this fact and try to capitalize on this opportunity presented to us, feminists throw away the best thing life has to offer to them.
It's just too precious!