Case in point, how many times do you have to bust your man's balls over the fucking toilet seat? Look, if I need to use the toilet I am fully capable of moving the seat up or down depending on what I'm doing. You don't hear me bitching about you leaving it down all the time do you? No! What if I used it, left the seat up and used it again before you did? Guess what, I didn't have to move the seat! Woo hoo! Ladies this is bullshit. If you can't figure out how to move a toilet seat perhaps you should stop driving cars, stay home, make babies, do laundry and keep the house. Maybe put out once in a while. You know, the way women used to be.
Women these days are liberated, enlightened, strong, and able to survive on their own as hard working single moms or even fight in combat. Somehow though, they have yet to acquiesce to the fact that the fucking toilet seat has hinges on it and anyone can move it where they need it. They also can't kill spiders unassisted. You go girl. Go watch that episode of Oprah and buy her next book, then emasculate your man with your incessant nagging and see how fast you are single again. The divorce rate is almost 50%, I wouldn't push it ladies.
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