"I am woman, hear me roar."

Well, I'm reality and I'm here to shut you the fuck up.

In the sixties, seventies and (I guess?) eighties, it was a great idea. Us, females were not getting equal treatment and God dammit, we should. We protested. We took our bras off, which was kind of a stupid move in my opinion, we only made ourselves more sexually objective and we burned those bras. We boycotted, we went on strike and then, we got what we wanted.

... Or so America thought.

Twenty some years later, women are still bitching and complaining. Well, I'm sorry. Obviously, since I'm a girl myself, I think I have a right to talk about this. It drives me nuts to see feminists. I agree that we have it a bit harder. We are not physically built as strong as men and that's the truth so we have a little more to prove. If you deny that then you're an idiot. Mentally, we're a lot stronger but that's just common sense (something the majority of males lack, which is the main reason we have shows like Jackass).

I hate those women that fight for the right to play football with the guys. You want to play football? Go for it. Then, when a 300 lb., 6'5" linebacker (or whatever the hell it is) tackles your butch ass, don't you dare complain. When they carelessly throw you off to the side because you weigh 200 lb. less, don't you dare complain. Maybe you can wear the jockstrap, too. Wouldn't that be a lifetime goal achieved?

Sexual harassment is a serious problem, yes. But we as women also choose to walk around on the street corners in skimpy outfits to have sex with dirty, middle-age balding men in rusting Ford pickup trucks in the back of a supermarket parking lot. What the hell is that saying? If prostitution is controlled (I just might write an article about it) then, I guess it could be considered a career but for now, it's disgusting. It gives women a bad name. It's how we go from perky fourteen year old sluts willing to give a quick blow job to twenty-five year old prostitutes who wear bright red-lipstick and cheap perfume.

Instead of picketing on the street in front of the business you work, trying to get a fifty-cent raise; get yourself a good lawyer and sue the sonuvabitch. Why the hell are you going to waste a week, tiring your delicate, little arm out holding a sign for nothing when you could make $50,000 bucks?! Jesus.