Time, I think, for my end-of-year retrospective. Twelve months of competitive wokeness and assorted mental contortions:
In March, Dr Charlotte Riley, currently employed by the University of Southampton, unveiled her latest feminist innovation, which she titled Patriarchy Chicken, and which entails deliberately and repeatedly colliding with random male commuters. For the Sisterhood, you see. Mr Claude Boudeau thrilled us with his seemingly limitless artistic talents, namely a performance piece titled Cascade. We also witnessed the phenomenon of Brookylnite lefties in search of love via a socialist-only dating platform, with the fiercely egalitarian declaring their revolutionary ambitions to each other, along with their preferred pronouns and various mental health issues. Alas, said platform has not proved an enormous success, resulting instead in disgruntlement, mutual loathing, and demands for romantic quotas.
“Patriarchy Chicken, and which entails deliberately and repeatedly colliding with random male commuters.”
“Looking for Mr. Goodbar”, I see. I’ve heard that this method of dating might not end well.
I wonder what Homos and Muslims think of this behavior? Holding the Democrat coalition together can be such a challenge!
The Year Retarded
I hereby name 2019 “Mental Health Year”.
As in, there was none.
Happy New Year