Not only do men get taken more seriously, they run things 95% of the time. They tend to look down on the opinions of us women (aka their genius counterparts), and never like to listen to our expert advice. Woman are used and abused by the powers that be, which are usually men.
But what bothers me the most is one simple thing that us women have to deal with that men don't take seriously:
Periods.
Yes yes, laugh all you want. But I'm serious. Women are literally the bloody sacrifice for the future of the world, and we don't get enough credit for our suffering.
As a woman, if you are reading this, I have no doubt you are nodding your head in agreement, if you're a man, take notes and thank your lucky stars you were born a man.
Here's the thing: Periods. Freaking. Hurt.
No, we aren't just complaining. In fact, we complain less than we could. Guys, imagine someone literally sticking their fist in the smallest hole on your body, then punching your insides through said hole for the next 3-7 days. Periods have been medically compared to heart attacks for a reason.
Also, PMS isn't just an excuse to act crazy. It literally makes us crazy.
It's not something we can help. If you feel like I'm being mean, chances are I'm holding back 99.99999999% of what I want to say. That evil glare you just got? That's because I want to punch you in your stupid face. Just suck it up and be a man, quit complaining that your woman is being mean and take the kids before she rips their heads off.
It's a mess, no matter how careful you are. And it makes life hell.
So, if you're bleeding from cutting yourself, chances are you bandage that cut and keep the blood on the inside. But we can't do that. Even with tampons, that mess is going to find a way to get out. And even when you've been doing it for years and you're basically a professional at cleaning up blood, it's still annoying when your favorite jeans are now ruined thanks to an unwelcome monthly guest. So add that to the list of reasons why we are already so annoyed.
There are aches and pains that seem like they have nothing to do with it. And the exaustion. Just shoot me now.
Don't ask for dinner if you know Aunt Flo is in town. Don't ask for anything actually. Because my feet hurt, my back aches, my head is throbbing, and I woke up so tired that I don't know if I ran a marathon in my sleep or not. And that's on top of having a uterus that's trying to turn itself inside out because you're not pregnant.
Oh, and don't start on the whole "just get pregnant, then you have a 9 month long break!"
Because pregnancy is not a break. It's basically a 9 month long period minus the blood, but plus a million other worse things.
I say all this to say: men, be freaking grateful. Don't start the "but I have to work hard my whole life!" You don't know the definition of hard work until you've grown, pushed out, and cared for a baby. And then, taken care of said child when your uterus is rebelling because there isn't another one in there.
And in case you were wondering, yes, this is coming from my PMS fuled rage. I dare you to contradict me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and ingest an unhealthy amount of chocolate.
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