What I’m Leaving Behind in 2016: Nothing
Lara Marie Schoenhals

A white woman in her thirties crying about white men and suffering depression. I know exactly where this will lead, and it’s both funny and sad to me at the same time. I hope the author likes cats.

It’s funny because it’s -almost- entirely self inflicted and you have to be a horrible person to fall in this category in the first place, and sad because proper parenting in a functional society with morals might have nipped this idiocy before it could have taken root.

Thanks, feminism.

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