OH HI THERE, GOT MILK.
your asinine, misogynistic, insulting, belittling ad campaign needs to stop, now.
because when uterus-bearers (O W8 i M3AN W0M3N BC EVRY1 W/ A UT3RUS iS A W0MAN) when people with uteri have pms, it is their fault. they are irrational, crazy, just trying to find excuses for their behavior, they are bitches, pussies. they aren’t in pain, they aren’t dealing with actual hormonal changes causing, among other things, emotional distress of any kind.
and most of all, got milk people, when pms symptoms go down, it is the man who suffers most. because all men are blubbering clueless buffoons who just want to control their women, and because all men like women and all women like men.
stop shaming me for my natural bodily processes. stop shaming me for my emotions. stop telling me that a normal relationship requires me to presume I’m always right and my man (who is also required to be a man) to treat me like a self-righteous asshole who always needs to be right, like a time bomb waiting to go off at that time of the month. stop belittling my experience: oh, what you go through is nothing compared to what you put everyone else through, *you bitch.* this is your fault.
YOU CAN SUCK MY GIRL-DICK, GOT MILK. YOU CAN SHOVE THOSE MILK CARTONS UP YOUR ASS AND YOU CAN SUCK IT HARD.
I was just looking at the JCrew kids’ sizing charts to see if I could fit into this one t-shirt made by one of my favorite artists, and I noticed that the pictures included (screencapped here) showed really gendered body stances—look how much space that boy gets to claim and how little the girl gets to have!—which I’ve been paying a lot of attention to since I read this the other day. it made me realize that I don’t have to be like, “yeah, haha, I do sit like a ho” and then modestly cross my obsessively-shaved legs and fold my impeccably-manicured hands over my skirt-bearing thighs. instead, I can be like I get to take up this much space because I am a person; I am not less than a man and I do not deserve less space than a man.