Please do forgive my ephemeral voyages in the vast field of literature. But wait, I have an excuse. Albeit, it is a substandard one. I fell in love (in the better part of the year). From a pragmatic vintage, love is the death of duty. Fortunately enough, this retrogressive activity in my frontal lobe has been successfully exorcised by futurity’s burden. I pray, let me give you a piece of advice for free. Profess affections to a dreamer at your own peril!
Dear deluded women of Twitter and Facebook, not anyone is interested in seeing your naked body parts. For those of you readers who only purchase bundles for betting purposes, or who quiver at various institutional WiFi at wee hours of the night opening mails only, I have news for you. Your sisters, future wives and daughters have decided to show us all their possessions on social media.
A woman’s worth is pegged on what’s between her ears and not between her legs.
A woman’s nudity is like a payslip. Kept private. Shared by a chosen few. I opine that nobody deserves to see it unless they are truly special. So clever idiot, DON’T TWEET IT! Ladies, showing your nudity on social media is not “feminism”,that is desperation. Posting photos of your oversized bosoms complete with those petrifying, wide-diameter black-obsidian areolas is not empowerment. Those are stupid moves that need to stop as soon as possible.
Look here, nobody there wants to know what’s stuffed in those gargantuan, sweaty brassieres. Are you doing what Mary the mother of God would do? Nobody cares about your “cup”. I know your cup runneth over, but make no mistake ladies, the contents must not spill onto your timelines.
Feminism is about empowerment. It’s about equal opportunities. It’s about self-discipline.
Feminism is about girls running the word, not women running the world with slain characters and maimed reasoning (slay queens).All of you naked women who are trying to break the Internet by the size of your breasts and not by the size of your brains, are doing feminism wrong. Feminism does not encourage young women to strip, stand in front of a mirror and take out her smartphone to snap the image. Feminism should encourage girls to cover up, sit in front of a book and study hard.
The true spirit of feminism is such that makes a man bust his ass , sweating it out before he can see your payslip. Let’s us go back to those days when if we saw these payslips we felt very much honoured. May God’s eyes watch over you as lectures launch their strike for juicer payslips.