Thank God for your barren womb, whore

Women are apparently incapable of arguing in a way that doesn’t instantly stoop to personal invective. They just keep proving your point over and over again even if you don’t want it to be true. They’re always airing their hysterical, festering inner world. And on top of it, half of them type in lowercase because they’re flippant, indolent brats.

Women’s worldview is premised on a utopian ideal — how the world should work, “how things ought to be” — which is also why they’re naturally left leaning. What really offends them at the end of the day is having to accept how the world really works. Camille Paglia gives the classic example of a girl going to a frat party and a boy asking her to go up to his room. If you accept, you’re consenting to sex. This is totally obvious if implied, but it infuriates feminists to no end. Affirmative consent in the form of a verbal agreement is the libtard ideal but it makes sex unsexy and not worth it and everyone knows this.

your lockscreen is one of the most personal and unfiltered expressions of what matters to you

Anya Taylor-Joy about her 30th birthday party being a 'Spectral Spring': "I wanted it to look a bit culty. Everyone was in long white dresses or suits and flower crowns... I pulled together the party in two days. Two hundred of my favourite people in one place, on a Wednesday, in LA. My friends DJed some pretty intense techno, which I realised is not everyone's cup of tea, but they got into it."