Feminists don't want the hairy nuts

It's bad enough that feminists, or what sane people label tradcons with daddy issues, are intrinsically incapable of being cinephiles. Such a thing would be like asking an ant to read Flaubert, so best leave it for another time.

Today let's address how paedophilia is more than a mere hobby in feminist circles, it's their raison d'etre. Simone deBeauvoir was a nazi, misogynist and paedophile. Germaine Greer likes them young shall we say, she likes it when ''semen runs like tap water'', google the phrase she's virtually trademarked it. Agnes Varda paired druggy-looking Jane Birkin with some videogamer kid in Kung-Fu Master and went on to nonchalantly chat about it with Miranda July over tea and scones 30 years later. The entire sisterhood uber alles has a hard-on for Eve Ensler and her menopausal paean to lesbian paedophilia known as the Vagina Monologues, whose later editions featured desperate attempts to elevate the age the 'sexually-healed' (by a 24 year-old carpet-muncher) 13 year-old girl in the first edition. Lena Dunham is this generation's epic paedocryte paedophile whose only apparent issue- despite introducing her little sister to Free Willy blubbers, jumps AND schlicks edition in bed- is it took the new Frankfurst school two seasons of Girls chlamydia to realize fatarse was born on the Upper West Side. Amy Schumer is a post-wall miss piggy rapist of plus-multiplexsize proportions, and as such can only extract sperm from drunk men. Hell, at least these might have been drunk, but Amy Le So Funny Whalewreck recalls her sobriety to the inch. None of these cases are even drunk or drugged up one-night stands, like say at shitarse campuses across the USA, cock carousel parties at Sunny Beach, Kavos,  L.A. or Shagaluf, where Stacey Dooley can be sent by the BigBagofCrap TV network to pout about for a bit on le subject of one-directional 'consent', or Roman Polanski can be high on fuck knows what shit. Nor are they fantastic accounts about Bill Cosby raping white women in MLK's Mississippi. Nor are they feminazi-rigged tender-years-doctrine-my-arse custody-battle deer-in-the-headlights attempts at making the beta pay for alpha fucks aka I'm looking at you Woody *don't stick your dick in crazy*blue eyes, or the contemporary carpooling varieties, at uber or lyft, especially when you could just settle with Marge Simpson.

And yet not a smidgen of a bubble of complaint from the lamestream media. All of these slobbering pieces of greased up mystique still get the approving limelight left right and center. Men get taught by the matriarchy to be stoic, slave away and self-loath, so they let themselves be cowered over and over again by the philistines in the pussy hats. When gynocentrism isn't sending armies of disposable schmucks to war to defend the honor of feelzy white feather campaigner slimy sociopathic bitches back at home à la Pankhurst, it's swarming Tinder in Panzer formation aka Pareto Principle; it's schlepping up a history of marrying up, an all-around unparalleled materialism, a fetish for taller, stronger, faster guys while their evergreen pendulum whines about 'age-differential power imbalances'; it's idolizing Marilyn Monroe the pill-popping drunk who had 500 abortions in the midst of displaying her fart-riddled panties to the unwashed masses (let them eat my shitcakes).

With a hypocrisy and a solipsism of gargantuan landmass, an unrivaled domination of biological imperatives, genepools, the media and academia and with online social networks and excess supply economics (an excess ironically all built by men) having spiralled hypergamy out of control (as always happens time and time again in history once invading armies cease being a threat, but it does explain the perky tits they get when they think of Islam aka elevatorgate), now we don't even get the consolation prize aka something that isn't a wrinkly balloon reminiscient of a cross between the grim reaper and Aunt Harriet. Now we have to put up with an angry bird, worms: under siege, Spitfire squadron of post-Chad droopytit droopyeverything Bridget Jones down-syndrome-baby grandmas sloshing about on what's left of our STD-riddled dicks, as they in media res with their hamsterbot twitter accounts while blerghing out complaints circa selfie-infested instagram accounts with inboxes creampied to the brim by beta dick pics.

Nuff said. End the matriarchy now! Erradicate the female gaze! One can only end capitalism if one burns down L'Oreal! I know what you did last summer and I'll have you quadraspazzed!