@WTFGABE3 Gasolina adulterada
Impostos abusivos
Gastos excessivos do governo
Aumento de violência
Invasão de chineses na Bahia
Sigilo de 100 anos do INSS
Banco Master
Lojas quebrando
Êxodo Paraguai.
“Ao menos no céu não haverá ninguém tatuado. Se tiver, vai ser limpo, porque teremos um corpo glorioso igual ao de Cristo... Tatuagem é coisa desta terra.”
- Frei Gilson
For most of human history, women did not experience children as some rare interruptions to adult life. Babies were everywhere, in arms, on hips, asleep in slings, playing under tables while bread was kneaded and laundry was folded. A young girl did not grow up in a world separated from motherhood.
So how can women want babies when they rarely see babies?
A baby changes the atmosphere of a room, people smile more, they speak softer, they are gentler, there is more joy.
Perhaps the desire for children has not disappeared nearly as much as we think. Perhaps many women have simply been separated from the very thing that used to awaken that desire in their hearts.
Palavras que mudaram de significado:
Racismo = Discordar de pessoa negra
Machismo = Discordar de mulher
Fascismo = Discordar de esquerdista
Homofobia = Discordar de LGBT
Revolução = Lacrar no Twitter
Luta = Cancelar quem discorda
Liberdade = Concordar comigo
Democracia = Eu no poder
Amor = Validar tudo que eu faço
Ódio = Qualquer crítica que eu receba
Millions of women do not actually love the men they are with; they love a fictional, future version of the man they created entirely in their own heads. You married a man strictly for his "potential" and now subject him to a daily routine of passive-aggressive resentment because he isn't magically transforming into the flawless, mind-reading billionaire you hallucinated. You didn't fall in love with a human being who has his own pace and flaws; you fell in love with a DIY renovation project, and you are punishing him for not matching your Pinterest board.