For the last few hundred years, we’ve kept women like things. They were there like plants, meant mostly to make rooms pretty. We told them they should be “ladylike,” that they should just sit there and smile, and if they were pleasant enough, a nice man would marry them and put a baby in their stomach to give them a purpose. Well, fuck that. I’ll take a woman with a soul, please. A real fiery one.
It’s Friday. Get wild this weekend and kick fun’s ass. But for the love of God, don’t be a fucking lady.