|partner:||you be the teacher ill be the student ;)|
|me:||write an essay on whether theatre architecture of a particular period always reflects that period's culture. i want it on my desk by monday|
|partner:||oh no but... thats such a hard essay... is there anything i can do for extra credit? ;)|
|partner:||but professor.... surely then i could... persuade you to extend the deadline...? ;)|
|partner:||so... what do you want, professor?? ;)))|
|me:||an essay on whether theatre architecture of a particular period always reflects that period's culture. on my desk. by monday|
Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.
There is no other explanation. There is no “I need all the facts.” There is no excuse. You hate women. Own it.
Now, you probably don’t believe you hate women. You probably honestly think you’re being an objective observer whose only interest is the truth. You are delusional.
We have this problem in our discourse around the most important challenges we face where we feel we have to be “fair to both sides.” But sometimes, one of those sides is subjugation and oppression. If you’re OK with legitimizing that side in the interest of “fairness,” you’re essentially saying you’re OK with oppression as a part of the human condition. That’s some hateful shit."