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I’m not giving any man any space for any stupid excuse, a woman’s brain is not wired different. Don’t be stupid! Try this nonsense lazy lie you tell yourselves and those you can fool elsewhere.
There’s no reason why you shouldn’t know the birthdays of your children. Fuck off!
There’s no reason why you shouldn’t know the birthdays of your children. Fuck off!
You have a briefcase where you keep sensitive documents that have to do with your finances and property, but cannot keep your child’s medical records? You don’t know what your child’s (maybe fatal) allergies are? You don’t know what school you pay fees to? Go to hell pls.
So if your wife is unreachable and your child has a medical emergency and is taken to the hospital and the doctor asks you questions, you’ll be staring like an imbecile? As your partner I’d be embarrassed if you had to consult paper, but y’all are saying that even beyond you!
You will watch your child die because you’re a man who is not wired to anything about his family. Correct? You’re wired to make money and run a business and whatever other nonsense y’all have shamelessly been blabbing all day. I’m so sorry for your wives and kids.
Tomorrow you’ll take seat at the high table wanting recognition for “raising” that child who is a stranger to you.
Pls stop blaming your mediocrity and failures on science. Own it with your full chest. The wiring you speak of is patriarchy and your uselessness.
Pls stop blaming your mediocrity and failures on science. Own it with your full chest. The wiring you speak of is patriarchy and your uselessness.
Justifying knowing everything about your favorite athlete because you “grew up with them” but not knowing your child’s birthday.
Just when you think you’ve seen how low men can go, a crater opens up beneath them.
Just when you think you’ve seen how low men can go, a crater opens up beneath them.
No shame. No sense. No critical thinking. No self awareness. Just vibes.
Meanwhile the woman’s brain is holding her own, yours, all the kids, her relatives, your relatives, her job, household responsibilities...but you’re the head of house and leader. Crack!
The remember the birthday of half of Moremi house and that of their boss so they can kiss ass.
