What species is this mohawked cutie pie?

Birds are awesome. Loved them even as a kid when it was hopelessly uncool.

I think it just bothers me that people shove the idea of being this cuddly nurturer at me and don’t give a shit if it’s what I want.

A chess improvement company once wrote an article about me and although I was deeply grateful for the opportunity I am also very glad I saw the first draft because the reporter invented a whole imaginary child. While cutting a lot of my thoughts about annihilation and how it’s a fairly staple tactical skill.

To his credit he removed it when I asked but…ugh. Can people not stay on topic ever? I swear to God I could be in the middle of defusing a bomb and someone would mention husbands or children.

Because what they clearly meant is that I came across as being nothing but help staff.

Christ that’s so fucked.

No a very traditional and backwards woman made a comment about how I’d be a good wife for her son who I don’t even know.

I don’t know how I managed to come across as that much of a worthless cored-out shell.

Someone said I would be a good wife…I felt powerless and degraded. How did I manage to come off as so brainless and lacking in self respect that I’d have nothing better to do than be someone’s wife?

If you can’t comprehend nuance then please just go scream elsewhere.

I really just wanted to get the point across that…there are simple things you can do to deter bears.

Whereas IF a man has malicious intent…there is jack shit that an electric fence or bear mace or a bell is going to do.

Christ. Love sounds tiring.

I’m not mad I’m genuinely just curious. I cannot help noticing how on one hand it’s often men who lose their shit the hardest at the fact that I don’t want kids or a husband and insist that I’ll be unfulfilled to the point of sitting in a mental ward playing with poop if I don’t marry and have kids.

Yet on the other… jokes like this are common.

Why do some men love to push something they hate and makes them feel trapped?

I definitely see rhetoric about how picky women are and how we won’t just give men chances.

Fair enough…I’m not fussed about relationships and unless you’re literally Daniel Naroditsky I’d rather chill in my comfortable armchair than bother going on a date. But why all this complaining if we’re just huge annoying burdens you need to be rescued from marrying?

I understand that but the whole reason the joke is funny is that it plays on the idea that women are annoying burdens.

I just find it odd that on one hand we hear so much about male loneliness and how we’ll be unfulfilled to the point of psychological annihilation if we don’t have a man and screaming kids to clean up after…but on the other hand we’re huge annoying burdens.