In trying so hard to avoid telling men not to rape, they’ve written a full care manual for handling a dangerous animal at the zoo.
Don’t feed it, don’t make sudden movements, don’t be alone with it.
Every line assumes the man is an uncontrollable animal and the woman’s job is to not provoke it
I find it endlessly amusing when men expect a level of domestic labour from me that I don't even do for myself. If I haven't built my own life around cooking every single day, what exactly makes you think you'll be the exception?