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I get what you saying. I just they never they always say they don't need us and then they always come running back to us It's like hello Are we are is are you stupid?

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I want you to go get a period simulator and put it at level 10 and that's what women deal with for seven days for every month till they're 40 or sometimes 50. You don't gotta do this job. This job is optional. Keep in mind you guys have options. You don't gotta do this. It's an option. We do this and it's not an option. Periods are not an option.

I think y'all are the most retarded fucking people ever. Periods is something we gotta deal with for the rest of our lives, and it's not an option. You comparing a job that is hard labor, that is a choice. That's a choice that you can choose whether or not you want to do. It's a choice, motherfucker, it's a choice. And also, we don't fucking need you. Who needs people like you? Nobody fucking wants you. This is probably why you single and got cheated on, the fuck?

Honestly this is the reason why we label all men trash because the fact that you're comparing a period to something that is a fucking choice is crazy to me because periods are something that you have to live with forever and that's not a choice and this is a job that you can choose to take or not so yeah I think I will label men trash forever because the fact that y'all all say this is crazy.

Like I'm so disappointed that people like you exist and compare jobs that are optional to something that women got to deal with naturally and for the rest of their lives. Like honestly, I would so want to be a person that says, not all men are the same. However, men quite literally are the ones that prove me wrong every day. So I don't know.

And here's a cherry on top. I forgot to mention this, but you know cramps? Periods. Cramps. The pain is comparable to a heart attack. And I don't know if you know this because you're very dense. Heart attacks are deadly. They're deadly. So for you to say, for work, you wouldn't even complain about that shit again? Bitch, of course I would. It's a heart attack. A heart attack. Like what?