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@MarcEsadrian @WigglyAir 😅🥰

@WigglyAir This sounds like the book I needed when I was ten.

Without Him You are an empty flowerpot— With neither soul nor purpose. Fertile but unfertilized. A bloom still becoming.

Your emotional maturity determines the quality of your peace, health, and happiness in life.

Pussy should be yummy pink. 💗

@MarcEsadrian Looks like a good place to have some basement bitches, Master!

@arcpresentation I would be absolutely fine with this.

@MarcEsadrian @Mr_Husky1 TLDR: Didn't happen, Master. 😅🫠

@Mr_Husky1 @snacksnservice Label under Didn’t Happen.

“I don’t pay for women,” wrote a 52-year-old man. I showed up to the date without makeup and wearing sneakers. We had been talking for about two weeks. Giovanni was one of those rare people—polite, straightforward, no mind games. Divorced, two grown kids, worked in construction. He had humor, balance, culture. When he asked me out, I said yes without hesitation. Then came that message—clear, almost sharp. “Let’s be clear: I don’t pay for women on dates. It’s my principle. Hope that’s not a problem.” Honestly, it wasn’t. In fact, I appreciated the honesty. Better to know upfront what you’re getting into than to face the bill and pretend nothing happened. I replied: “Fine, no problem. See you Saturday.” Inside me, an idea was born. A simple, honest experiment. Saturday morning, I woke up early. I’m 46 and I know exactly what “getting ready” for a date means. I opened my closet, picked the right outfit. Then makeup: foundation, concealer, eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick—the usual ritual. And then I stopped. Why? If we’re truly equal… if everyone pays their own way… if there are no roles… why should I spend two hours getting ready? Why should I look flawless while Giovanni probably shows up in jeans and a T-shirt, ready in ten minutes? So I decided. Jeans. Gray sweater. Comfortable shoes. Ponytail. No makeup. Just me. In the mirror, I felt strange. Not worse. Just… different. Used to seeing myself “constructed,” I now looked simply normal. “Let’s see,” I thought. At the café, Giovanni was already seated. He greeted me, smiled, everything calm. The first few minutes were pleasant, natural. I almost thought I’d overthought it. Then he paused, looked at me more closely, and said: “You didn’t get ready much to see me, did you?” “What do you mean?” “In the photos, you looked more polished… the dress, the makeup… Now you look… like you ran an errand.” I smiled. Because in that moment I knew the experiment was working. “Giovanni,” I said calmly, “remember what you wrote about the bill?” He nodded. “Yes.” “You talked about equality. Everyone pays their own way. No roles, no expectations. You’re independent, I’m independent.” “Yes… and?” “So I asked myself: why does equality only apply to money? You showed up comfortably, no special effort. I did the same. Isn’t that consistent?” He stayed silent. Then tried to explain. “But these are different things…” “Why different?” I asked. He spoke about habits, “female nature,” the fact that women like to take care of themselves. I listened. Then I said something simple: “Taking care of yourself costs. Time, energy, money. And it’s often taken for granted. We talk about equality when it comes to paying, but still expect a woman to be perfect… for free.” He tried to defend himself: “But women like it…” I smiled. “Yes, I like feeling beautiful. But I also like being myself. Sleeping in. Not worrying about makeup. Wearing comfortable shoes.” He looked at me, unsure what to say. We finished our coffee talking about something else. Then the bill arrived. Split in half. Perfect. We said goodbye politely. We never contacted each other again. No, I don’t regret it. That date taught me something. We live in a time when everyone talks about equality, but often only where it’s convenient. People want an independent, autonomous woman—but also flawless, polished, perfect. True equality isn’t splitting a bill. It’s sharing the same effort, the same respect, the same investment. If you don’t want to pay for dinner, that’s fine. But then don’t expect someone to spend hours looking perfect for you. If we are equal… we’re truly equal. No double standards. Giovanni wanted equality. He got it. Just not the kind he imagined. Credit - Mr. Commonsense

@MarcEsadrian i love it, Master. 😍

@tester14881488 I adore being in trades & over 13yrs, never once had a creep. I do my job of making sure my paperwork & details are clear, bring them snacks/drinks when I can, & always look pretty. Our work environment is fantastic for these reasons. I'd rather DIE than work w all women. Ick.

@snacksnservice lol women in the trades actually have a super easy time for the most part. Yes creeps exist, but in general men are just happy to share with a person who doesn't smell awful and is nice to look at, so in many ways it is easier for a woman in the trades.

Not true. Also, I'm the most sexist person in our entire company. Men are just cooler. #megapickme

@ABmrJutt Everyone should judge the supply, too. You can’t avoid culpability by pointing to the other half of the problem. Imagine the outrage if a predatory corporation did the same. Porn is fine. False intimacies aren’t, and that’s what they’re ultimately selling to the highest bidder.

@tester14881488 Ya, I know. I stupidly married one many years ago. 🫠

@snacksnservice lol women do fall for them all the time.

Parents and the church should be encouraging young women looking for a husband to start being pen pals with these repentanant inmates then. They're sorry for their behaviour & God has forgiven them, so why not marry them. 🤷‍♀️

@tester14881488 True. Someone did suggest that to me. Good idea! I asked one of my student employees to refer her friends and just today, I found the perfect match. Finallllly. Yesterday, one showed up in pink fuzzy slippers for an interview. 🤦‍♀️

@snacksnservice @darkness_dom tbf the job market is hard, what I'd do is actually call a local high school and ask for the names of students who might be worth it. A lot of hard working students DO exist, but it's hard to find them on the open market. Just don't link your account lol

Somehow I got thrown into hiring for a minimum wage position & let me tell you it makes me want to cry & throw myself off my balcony. - zero manners. - 3 showed up late to interviews. - can't follow simple instructions. - one obese 17yo showed up in mom jeans & a belly shirt.

@bowtiedmeathead Sales! In the home services industry. Been doing this for 13 years you stand out as a girl.

My wife and I were talking the other day about potential career options for my 15 yrs old daughter who really struggles in school and is likely not college bound/material. For guys it’s easy… Don’t want to go to college, pick a trade or figure something else out such as a police officer, firefighter etc. It’s not as easy for girls. I think she would do well in sales since she is attractive, has the personality and is extremely social (spends hours everyday talking on the phone to all her friends). For parents with daughters who aren’t on the college path…what are some real, high-income career options you’ve seen work?

@MarcEsadrian 😁😁🥰🥰

@snacksnservice I’m stealing that.

"You have the musical interests of a radio." ~ Son

Choose the "mean" Man. You'll still respect Him when the novelty wears off.

The Twitter "dom" that preaches about masculinity and leading submissives has a wife and children at home who don't respect or obey him. Many such cases.

@darkness_dom 😅😅

It all goes back to the late 90’s welfare and food stamp “reform” laws. Everyone other than of course, illegals, has to prove they’re trying to get a job at different points in order to keep the checks flowing, so they do what’s technically required in a way to surely never actually get a job. We used to hire one every now and again just to mess up their shit for a while if they were very obvious. Let them work a month or 2 then fire them for cause so they’d have to do a ton of running back and forth and filing shit.

@Chesedgirl Congratulations, mama!!

Oh I gave birth

@Fawky Oh god, that's not H and his friends, but insurance is insane for them and cars are stupid expensive. Too anxious to drive. 🙄

@snacksnservice We are so absolutely fucked. No one here around us who is turning 18 right now even has drivers licenses because they are all too anxious to drive!