I Don’t Care Whether You Think Colored Hair is Attractive or Not
It’s not even the unsolicited opinions on our appearance, it’s that you think it’s SO direly important that we know when…we don’t actually care what strangers think.
There is this never-ending story that takes places on social media time to time.
It is a tale as old as Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, but with less subterfuge and more open douchebaggery.
Though it’s not really even a story as much as it is…a cycle. Like when summertime comes on the otherwise-sleepy Jersey Shore, the boardwalk goes from empty to full, an unsuspecting visitor gets a slice at Manco & Manco’s then a seagull snatches it out of their hand and proceeds to squawk like the singer of a noise band for 15 minutes prior to promptly spraying shit all over those wooden benches like a can of Pam to a muffin tin, then all is quiet until that seagull returns for another massive triangle of gooey cheese. Repeat until October.
The cycle here is that some post by a right-wing pundit or character from the “manosphere” pops up, it could be a day old or even four or five years old at this point, with some monologue about how women need to look feminine and why do they think having four or…
