no men allowed, ok?

“My boyfriend texted me non-stop for hours,
called me a flaky bitch,
and threat­ened to dump me
when I was too busy be­ing at work
to an­swer his of­fer for dinner!
Haha men are pesky!
Wait,
what do you mean he’s trash??”
 

Every misandry group I’ve seen even­tu­al­ly turns into girls post­ing ‘quirky’ sto­ries about their dip­shit boyfriends and then even­tu­al­ly get­ting frus­trat­ed when every sin­gle per­son is like 

“dump him and his gi­ant quilt made of red flags”

be­cause they aren’t mys­ti­fied by his sex­u­al prowess, which I’m sure is vast and not self-ob­sessed at all.

Maybe they do it be­cause some­where in their heart, they know they’re with a man who is com­plete­ly fuck­ing be­neath them. 

It’s still bizarre and annoying. 

WE ARE HERE TO HATE MEN KATHER­INE, NOT MAKE EX­CUS­ES FOR YOURS.
 
 

—mel­ony ppenosyne

Flom­mist Mel­ony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s trav­eled to Vir­ginia as a com­pet­ing poet, co-writ­ten a play on men­tal ill­ness that is present­ly be­ing pro­duced, and craft­ed a pub­lished es­say check­ing the priv­i­lege and scope of art gal­leries. Copy­right © 2019 Mel­ony Ppenosyne. Il­lus­tra­tion by Adri­ana Flo­res.

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