Oh, brother (part 2)

The only women I am interested in having as friends are those who not only never use words like “empowered”, “sisterhood”, or “soulmate” but sneer at them. Who would never be caught dead sitting around in a big circle, stitching quirky quilts or knitting kooky hats, sipping twig tea or chai, while wearing clunky maryjanes and whimsical socks that look like something out of Baby Gap. My friends, while not bimbos, don’t see the sense in sensible shoes. They have”tits” not “breasts” and spit out “cunt” like tobacco. They buy their bedding and hats in stores. And prefer coffee.