Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.
Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.
"The tragedy of that poor boy’s life is not the realization that he’s not the grand prize he’s assumed, but that he’s not even second place."
I don’t think I’ve ever said I love you to my dad. He’s never said it either, but I know that it’s there. This has never bothered me though, because his way of saying “I love you” is more like “Drive home safe”, “Go get some sleep, you look tired”, or “Did you eat anything? I’ll go pickup some food”. I think that’s just a part of Indian culture, they don’t say these endearing words but they’d do anything in the world for us. They move to a different country and work hard just for their kids. Our parents are so self-sacrificing and so selfless. That’s what love is. I don’t need to hear it (although I’ll admit, it would make my day), but I know it’s there and that’s good enough for me :)