More like the short story 'Cat Person' where we get a glimpse of what it's like to be a woman?
More like the short story 'Cat Person' where we get a glimpse of what it's like to be a woman?
"Mr Salary" - lithub.com
We already had this thread. Please stop.
You mean the extremely popular thread that reached the bump limit?
My diary desu (:
go to the desert with these reposts
sage
STOP SHILLING THIS GARBAGE
Robert sounds exactly like too many posters on here, sort yourselves out Roberts!
Pretty off topic; doesn't meet your criteria (ie: not a short story), but a good article tracks changes in what it is/was like to be a woman. Came to mind for some reason so thought I'd share it.
theatlantic.com
Robert sounds like a checklist of embarrassing things men are insecure about. Could it be that it was the protagonist who came away jilted from the encounter? Think about it. The protagonist is incredibly narcissistic, just like the kind of person who would spend weeks making up a story about how much Robert that dumped her sucked anyways and that she is do much better and prettier and beautiful.
From the last girl I met up with off tinder:
I was telling her about rates of virginity rising, and asked her what she thought of incels as a phenomenon. She was blown away by the virginity stats, then she followed it up my saying people have so many sexual options these days that incels must struggle to make a decision, paralyzed by the ready access to sex all around them. She was fat, blue hair, with a trace of sideburns. I'm not even an incel but goddamn is that ever out to lunch
h-hehe y-yeah i just have too many sexual options, so i can't choose. if only i could chose one of the countless girls craving my cock i wouldn't be an incel
They have no idea how bad things really are. She didn't immediately choose to be vitriolic, so that's somewhat positive.
>fat, blue hair, trace of dissideburns
If she was reasonably self-aware, she would've realized the dire dating situation most men face by the mere fact that any man would go out with anyone like her.
just read this. i liked it. what's so special about it though?
Not much really, maybe the whole 'pedo' aspect. There's also another book from same author which is a best-seller. Frankly, I read this schlock only to try understand female mindset, it hardly qualifies as "escapist fiction", more like "women are batshit and play batshit social games, and here's why". It can be rather enlightening for people like me (on the spectrum) to gauge what's actually going on in the real life.
This is what makes it such an interesting story. The characters parallel each other so much, yet you get from her actions lots of "actually my friend that I was having a moral argument about this with sent a very cold and mean text", while when we get the equivalent thing from him it's him calling her a "whore". Both of these situations under scrutiny seem suspicious if plausible. Also, classic first person narrator point is always that they're unreliable.
To me it reads like the author was aware of this, however this is the one (first) submission out of apparently several that has been accepted for publication so it could also be pot luck. I'd say as well that the ending is cack handed, I felt like the typos and things weren't really adding anything and seemed a little clichéed.
Buridan's Ass now with extra double entendre.
>glimpse of what it's like to be a woman
no matter how much you read it would be really difficult for you guys to know what is like to be us women
How Ladies cry out, “my beef is so clean”
Conjuring thoughts of rose petals agleam
Like the crease on cake at knife’s first slice
A discernible fissure hiding her spice
But woe to the saps tonguing girls’ crevasse
Eating diseases while their dates sext “Yaas!”
Rashes, lesions burn men’s faces quite bright
Medicines laid low by her microbes’ might
Abstaining from whores appears absurd lore
Inviting teases: virgin, cuck or bore
All the while marches Papilloma
Sickening box eaters to basal coma
The next tumescent dongs wave as thick fronds
Colors of sable, sand-dollar and bronze
Harpies shrieking to punish their flowers
Stabbing, drubbing by dick-smithy powers
Toning their snatches with trendy pineapple
Dogs and Juggalos, inside her they dabble
Stirring satyrs and thugs to coitally joust
Paired pistoning peens spraying ‘till so dowsed
Parading creampies to afront authority
Beefed-out snizzes unite in sorority
Their only guide a dick’s golden Magnum
And trilling fizzy queefs their slut’s anthem
Asserting a right for deep-dicked girl guts
Demanding diverse penetrative ruts
Stop doing this, dude
NEVER
Get your own name
Stop tripping, fuck off
>She didn't immediately choose to be vitriolic
Why would anyone become vitriolic when they learn people aren't getting laid as much as they used to?
Off the top of my head, DeliciousTacos has a multi part story on his blog called Passions
Niggers
didnt known butterfly was so based, wtf I want to marry this middle aged woman now