I love being optimistic. Like why wouldn't things work out for me? I've survived every version of myself that thought it was over. I've rebuilt from silence, from disappointment, from being underestimated. So yes, I expect good things.Not because I'm delusional, but because I refuse to believe the universe only hands out miracles to other people. My story isn't unlucky. It's unfolding.
Women’s bodies literally scream “make a baby” every month, and we still manage self-control. But men? Five minutes of temptation and suddenly biology is to blame? Please. Evolution isn’t the problem impulse is.
I had a professor in college tell us the superiorities of both genders.
For women, he had us number our papers from 1–25 (can take more pain, temperature extremes, live alone better, etc..
For men..1-3
Greater capacity for physical strength
Can reproduce until we are 70.
Can write our names in the snow while pissing.
So, Trump created a problem that DID NOT EXIST, instantly lost, gave up everything he was trying to negotiate, looked like a weak dickhead to the rest of the world, and damaged diplomatic relations with an ally while boosting Chinese soft power in South America. 5/
My “For you” is like 80 percent right-wing propaganda. There isn’t an algorithm on the planet that would serve me that content unless someone had their finger on the scale.