I hate men

I hate men I hate them all. Like legit hate. It doesn't mean I'm going to be rude or agressive towards them, but my patience is really running low. I get pissed at them very very easily. I used to be one of those feminists who thought that hating men was discrediting the cause, that we had to be nice in order to make them listen. But now I understand that this is not going to work. We try so hard to explain, use statistics to demonstrate our point and they still pretend they don't understand. The truth is men know. They know this world isn't fair to women and THEY DON'T CARE, AS LONG AS THEY KEEP THEIR PRIVILEGES. THEY DON'T CARE BECAUSE DEEP DOWN, THEY GENUINELY BELIEVE THEY ARE SUPERIOR TO US. I'm sorry for putting all men in the same basket, but I am just exhausted because truth is you never know if you can trust a man. The Dominique Pelicot case is the perfect exemple. That man was married for 40 f*cking years and decided one day to let more than a hundred men rape his wife. When you are a woman, you can't even trust your own husband.

Men are so privileged. I can't even walk down the street without feeling uncomfortable because of how they stare at me. I am scared of getting raped, killed or disfigured with acid by one of those monsters. I am a feminist because in this world, every 2:30 minutes, a woman gets raped. Every 10 minutes, a woman is killed by her husband. Because women are prey to men they don't even know, doing something so common as walking down the street. Men never take women seriously. They never listen to women and always find a way to be critique of them, even their own girlfriends and wives. We get payed less. We get interrupted all the time. We get explained stuff we know by men who know nothing, like we are dumb or something. We post a pic on social media and they get out of their ways to make us feel bad about ourselves, calling us mid, fat of ugly. Mothers have to work and take care of the house and children, and are exhausted and depressed by the time they reach 40 y/o.

And everytime I try to explain that to a man he starts to whine like a f*cking sissy about how sad he is because of a system HIS OWN KIND SET UP. A system HE IS PROFITING OF 99% OF THE TIME. Whines about not getting dates, girls not being interested in him (because ofc he doesn't attract women because all of them suck, not because HE DOESN'T RESPECT THEM). Whines about not getting invited on yachts (as if getting invited on an unknown man's yacht isn't likely to result in rape). Whines about how men go to war, or work hard demanding jobs like construction workers (hello?? Women have been litteraly fighting for years to get into those fields, and even when they do they have to deal with coworkers not taking them seriously and dimissing them at every occasion). It's just pathetic how far up their asses they can be. Claiming they are the strongest when they litteraly grow up with a silver spoon of privileges in their mouths while girls suffer. They are so self centered, pathetic little suckers and I wish they weren't there, because I am genuinely convinced that they are the root of everything wrong in our society and that the world would be much more safe and peaceful without them. Honestly if there was a country without men I would pack my bags asap.

A lot of feminists say that misandrist women don't want to hurt men, and just want to avoid them as much as possible, but I find that's not the case for me. I would of course never hurt a man but it feels good to imagine it sometimes. I know there is something wrong with me and don't worry, I'm seing a therapist. I just think that I've been brought to my breaking point you know? I'm so f*cking tired. Anyways I just needed to vent.

I will end this speach by saying that of course I have males friends (2 in total and one of them is gay) out of like at least 30 close friends. That's the maximum I can stand. I usually get along fine with men at school (I am a social butterfly golden retriever type of girl, you would truly never suspect how angry I am on the inside if you met me lol), but I never get close to them because I either get disappointed or they develop crushes on me and I would rather die than date a man (I'm going to be single forever and that's fine). Rest assured I will never really hurt a man, this is just an extreme vent because again I am so, so tired (at 25 y/o heh what is it going to be when I reach 50).