At a family dinner, my uncle started complaining that menstrual products were a waste of wood because pads contain cellulose, which comes from trees. He kept insisting women in the old days survived without them anyway. My little sister looked at him and said, “Actually, your birth certificate was a waste of paper.” The table went completely silent.
female protagonists vs misogynistic male writers butchering their storylines in the final season and deciding the only acceptable ending for their character is death