Confessioni di una femminista scoreggiona

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Farting Is My Secret Feminist Weapon that Works Every Time


I fart in the grocery store to get the men behind me in line to back up a notch. I fart on the ferry to get men to take their goddamned arm off the back of my seat.




It’s hard being a woman in this world. We get silenced, pushed aside, ignored, paid less, denied care, called names, and a million and one other bad things. We have to work twice as hard and get paid two thirds as much as our male counterparts to survive in the dog eats dog world.


I farted.



The first time it happened, I admit it wasn’t deliberate. It was one of those days when I had eaten something like fava beans for lunch, and the gas was just mounting in my intestines for hours while I pushed it back in at work.
I was sitting on the train on my way home that evening and my little sphincter ani externus was like the engine that just couldn’t anymore, and a mighty fart gave way.


I was mortified, naturally. I mean, I’m not the daintiest of gals. Not even close. But I try not to do things like burp and fart in public.

I quickly learned, though, that my gaseous excretions were muted by the insanely high decibel that is the MTA subway car merrily screeching along three stories underground. No one heard my fart.


Not 10 seconds after my flatulence escaped me, though, a line of noxious odor that can only be described in subway terms as more-gross-than-unbathed-homeless-person and less-gross-than-actual-feces, and crept along to the unassuming nostrils of the privileged man half sitting in my seat.

Faster than the speed of fart, this man sniffled ever so slightly and then shifted over in his seat, removing the part of his thighs and butt that had been crossing the line into my territory.



It was a miracle.






http://www.xojane.com/fun/my-secret-feminist-weapon





Io non capire donne femministe, perché volere puzzare di merdos quando potere chiedere a uomo di spostare?
Io essere confuso

[Mike Suburro]

È bellissimo.

sent from my pigliolongù7

[Marximiliano]

E se a uno piacciono le scoreggione?

[*mare*]

Zoccola lesbica e scorreggiona. Invece che accettare con orgoglio la benedizione riservatale da madre natura di attrarre le attenzioni dei maschi in età da monta si ribella a suon di scorregge. Quest'ondata di neofemminismo criptolesbico che attraversa l'occidente mi preoccupa molto. Avranno mica ragione i barbuti del califfo che le donne le san tenere al loro posto? Noi maschi cristiani ci siamo rammolliti e le conseguenze si vedono, scorregge a parte.

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E se a uno piacciono le scoreggione?

noi aspettare di leggere suo nuovo articolo e scoprire

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È bellissimo.

sent from my pigliolongù7

lei stare pensando anche a soluzione per parcheggio, fare grossa merdos per terra così rimanere libero

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la cosa essere più seria di quel che io pensare .....


Why farting is a feminist issue

To exhibit any kind of bodily function in public – whether it’s pissing against a wall, spitting in the street, picking and flicking earwax while one waits in a queue – is still seen as a male thing to do.



Why farting is a feminist issue



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