It's My Birthday--Let's Have a Misandry Party
For five years, I’ve given my life, MY VERY LIFE!, to this site, and I can be counted upon for one thing: my ceaseless and never-ending misandry. MAN, can a man get a break, amirite?! I mean, I’m married to a man, I’m three months from giving birth to a male child, I was raised by two people, ONE OF WHOM WAS TOTALLY A MAN, and the guy who allows me to serve you my written nonsense on this very site is a man, but other than that, because I have written a lot of posts about how I wish women were treated equally, I hate men. You’ve spoken, I’ve heard. I get it now.
So, let’s embrace it and throw a FUCKING MISANDRY PARTY. Warning: this might be the worst idea I’ve ever had. Do I care?
Hit the Lilith Fair mix, bitches. Let’s do this.
Mmm. My favorite mug and I think this party has been delicious.
Thank you for coming to my birthday party, and if you think this was actually serious and that I or any other self-identified feminist or womanist actually hates men, always remember: