No kidding. I wouldn’t be able to date someone who said that, much less have them attached to me. And it’s not like they don’t know better; they went to college with me and participated in feminist debates and everything.
logicbutton+76
My biceps cannot come to any kind of understanding on Jeffrey Eugenides and it is really starting to grate.
EPWordsnatcher+27
My abs keep chewing with their mouths open.
anninyn+71
My feet express sympathy with MRA’s.
The rest of me is a feminist bisexual, which is why I keep falling over them.
logicbutton+41
Ughhhhh. I hope you stuff those fuckers in the highest heels you own on a regular basis.
icebergmama+16
<3
OliviaPJones+119
I love my thighs. They are casual misandrists, and I’m always having to be like, “Thighs! That’s not polite!” I like it, though.
ilikemints+76
Now I’m imagining your thighs as misandrist Statler and Waldorf, just throwing out man-hating zingers.
Goomaly+153
THAT MAN’S NOT HALF BAD
HE’S NOT HALF GOOD, EITHER!
AAAHAHAHAHA
OliviaPJones+42
“Oooh, that one must have some stanky balls to need to spread his thighs so wide on the bus!” “Don’t be so mean, honey! He probably has a terrible rash.” “I wouldn’t count on it, sweetie! He would need to get laid for THAT.”*
*I didn’t say they were funny, I mean, they are my thighs after all.
citizenchristy+8
Oh my gosh, I was just listening to a Thrilling Adventure Hour episode today that ripped Catcher in the Rye to shreds, and it came SO OUT OF NOWHERE, just like this, and everything is wonderful.
Sara+1
WHICH ONE
literaltrousersnake+17
It is unrelentingly super fun to grow up and notice that everyone else hated that thing, toooooo.
rat_paws
agreeeeeeeeeeeed
Rianne+12
I chortled. Then showed this to my partner, who did not even crack a smile.
Men.
dakimel+1
I’ve had a crappy day, and my thighs being JERKS isn’t helping my mood at all.
I’d amputate.
No kidding. I wouldn’t be able to date someone who said that, much less have them attached to me. And it’s not like they don’t know better; they went to college with me and participated in feminist debates and everything.
My biceps cannot come to any kind of understanding on Jeffrey Eugenides and it is really starting to grate.
My abs keep chewing with their mouths open.
My feet express sympathy with MRA’s.
The rest of me is a feminist bisexual, which is why I keep falling over them.
Ughhhhh. I hope you stuff those fuckers in the highest heels you own on a regular basis.
<3
I love my thighs. They are casual misandrists, and I’m always having to be like, “Thighs! That’s not polite!” I like it, though.
Now I’m imagining your thighs as misandrist Statler and Waldorf, just throwing out man-hating zingers.
THAT MAN’S NOT HALF BAD
HE’S NOT HALF GOOD, EITHER!
AAAHAHAHAHA
“Oooh, that one must have some stanky balls to need to spread his thighs so wide on the bus!”
“Don’t be so mean, honey! He probably has a terrible rash.”
“I wouldn’t count on it, sweetie! He would need to get laid for THAT.”*
*I didn’t say they were funny, I mean, they are my thighs after all.
Oh my gosh, I was just listening to a Thrilling Adventure Hour episode today that ripped Catcher in the Rye to shreds, and it came SO OUT OF NOWHERE, just like this, and everything is wonderful.
WHICH ONE
It is unrelentingly super fun to grow up and notice that everyone else hated that thing, toooooo.
agreeeeeeeeeeeed
I chortled. Then showed this to my partner, who did not even crack a smile.
Men.
I’ve had a crappy day, and my thighs being JERKS isn’t helping my mood at all.