Most guys do not have to deal with the world of women. They’re born from us, they live around us, but for the most part, we take care of our own shit. We buy our own tampons. We deal with skeevy guys who catcall us. We deal with crappier work situations. We deal with getting told we suck at things because we have a vagina, and that we need to be prettier. […]
Then, they had daughters. […]
The girl goes to school, and you watch how she’s never called on. You hear someone insult someone else by calling them ‘a girl’, and it stings. Your little girl is awesome! She’s brave and smart and funny! Why would anyone use that as an insult? Then, you remember all the times you did it.
And then, you realize that, all along, you’ve been a part of the problem."
when my mom was pregnant with me on halloween she painted her big pregnant belly like a pumpkin and that was my very first halloween costume i was born spoopy
WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED MY DAD ALSO DRESSED AS A PUMPKIN FARMER WITH A PACK OF PUMPKIN SEEDS IN HIS SHIRT POCKET BECAUSE HE PLANTED THE SEED OH MY FUCKING GOD HOW DID I JUST NOW GET THIS
i was outside eating a cookie and a saw about 5 ants just roaming around on top of the steps and i noticed there was only one ant that wasn’t holding anything like the other 4 where holding dorito bits or something and the ant seemed sad it wasn’t even going in the same pace as the other ants so i put a cookie crumb next to him and he picked it up and started running as fast as the other ants and i think i made that little ants day