when men complain about blackpill but little girls were forced to have their feet binded to appear smaller to attract future husbands so i lowkey don't care
I read it somewhere “we romanticised the wrong organ, the stomach is more emotional than the heart” and it feels so true. we feel butterflies in our stomach and when we’re sad we lose our appetite. our stomach gets affected by emotions way more than we realise.
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?