For all their tears.
For all their insufferable demands.
For all their whining that they, and they alone, know
suffering and despair and therefore deserve to drive us all.
For all their vicious, ceaseless unnerving.
For all their wailing about the Perils of the Patriarchy
and their eternal victim status as Long-Suffering Suffragettes.
For all their subtle manipulation and Seven Sisters
Battle of the Sexes superiority.
For all their dirty tricks and appeal to Girl Greatness.
For all their phoney self-flagellation and tireless manipulation.
For all their sand-throwing by the shovelful into the
machine of every interaction and inter-gender transaction.
For every put down of every masculine expression.
For all their devious insistence that they, and they
alone, bare the weight of civilization on their fragile shoulders.
For every mean-girl taunt.
For all their weakness…until the claws come out. Just get
on their bad side. Do they even have a good side?
For all their girlsplaining, Mandates from the
Matriarchy, and eternal drive to render the male population as nothing but
mules in their service-Jump for us, Scrotums!-and that they and only they
deserve to have their manicured hands on the wheels of global decision making.
For all their arrogance, the Sisterhood of the Marauding Matriarchy was taken down by…a girl.
And she did it while wearing tight jeans and expressing even tighter genes.
It seems fitting. Every fascism, feminist or otherwise, finally falls by haughtiness, hubris and hypocrisy.
