Stop congratulating us for not being grossed out by your body hair and periods. That’s the default. No one is born with a cunting arm hair length preference. By all means, do shit on all the little piss pants fuck heads that think pit hair can only exist in conjunction with a penis, but don’t throw a parade every time a guy doesn’t react to the human body like a 3rd grader.
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
I’ll never forgive myself for making a girl, let’s call her Cher, cry. Cher was not very well liked because she was prone to violent outbursts and unusual behavior due to a chemical imbalance, at least that’s how the teacher explained it, but looking back she was obviously bi-polar and anorexic. In addition to that, she was as mean as a fucking rattlesnake.
I never had any problem with her, we were actually fairly friendly, but she had a particularly bad day and just decided to set her sights on me. She spat at me, called me names, and threatened me. None of it really phased me but when she was finished I looked her in the eye and said, “You’re ugly and nobody likes you.” I know it doesn’t sound that bad but I immediately wished I could have sucked the words back into my mouth because the look on her face was devastating. I just reinforced everything she thought about herself and could feel glass shattering behind her eyes.
Everyone was laughing at her crying and when she tried to leave the class room our teacher told her to sit back down and that she had it coming due to her behavior (did I mention this was at a private Christian school?) When she realized she couldn’t escape the moment she had a panic attack and pulled most of her hair out. Her scalp was a bloody mess and all anyone did was laugh. I felt lower than dinosaur shit but everyone was patting me on the back. I never apologized because I was a dumbass 15 year old little shit but if I had any clue where she was now I would.