before ya’ll go talking about “misandry,” lemme explain you a thing
Also, for further information, Manboobz is an excellent resource. Go there. It’s awesome.
You are my hero right now!
And Man Boobz is great. Everyone that can’t believe MRAs are that bad needs to pay it a fucking visit because they are:
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So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
GOSH DANG IT now i gotta wait another 6 months for doctor who to come back. TIMEY WHINEY