Being in between the eclipses is always such a weird feeling, sleep can be hard, knowing deep down things are shifting like a tide that rolls in and out. We know something is changing. The feeling that we are are in between a ending and beginning.
So what you’re trying to say is that women people prefer well-drawn pictures of their favorite superheroes over really shitty indie comics about boobs?
Sounds right.
Are we supposed to feel sorry for the person whose humor comic featuring a disembodied pair of breasts on the cover is getting passed over?
Incredible.
this feels like it should be a parody but it isnt and that’s hilarious
maybe try not being sexist unfunny douchelords next time
So what you’re trying to say is that women people prefer well-drawn pictures of their favorite superheroes over really shitty indie comics about boobs?
Sounds right.
Are we supposed to feel sorry for the person whose humor comic featuring a disembodied pair of breasts on the cover is getting passed over?
Incredible.
this feels like it should be a parody but it isnt and that’s hilarious
maybe try not being sexist unfunny douchelords next time
ive been thinking and honest to god: i think i would actually join a girl gang if the offer came. like a legitimate, hierarchical, “let’s carry knives under our skirts and beat up men” gang. fuck college
bringing back the sukeban girl gangs from the 70’s that wore long skirts against teen sexualization and fucked things up for the patriarchy
and this was no “5 girls in a small town” who made the news—this was yakuza level shit. 20,000 girls getting into gang fights and shoplifting and getting pissed off that only men were allowed to be rough and violent and angry
