I get angry every time I watch a film or turn on the TV or pick up a book and women are there solely to be the receptacles of male love, where they don't get given purpose, or where if they have careers then they can't possibly be both effective in them and have romantic feelings of any sort - their pining will affect their job, or they'll chuck in that nasty, high-pressure working environment to go be with their man, whereas men get to be spurred on and inspired to heroics by their own loves.
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WORD, SISTER. Word. Well said. *applauds*