Forks and Spoons

I'm not feminist. I like men. A lot. I think they're the best things God put on this planet besides Haagen Daaz Vanilla Fudge Ice Cream (which they discontinued, bastards) and full body deep tissue massages. Most feminists give off the, "I am woman, hear me roar, cause I can do anything a man can do' cheer. Why? Just because I CAN do something doesn't mean I SHOULD or NEED TO: hell, I can change a flat tire, why should I? I know plenty of guys that can do it for me. Ladies, guess what? Men LIKE doing stuff for us; it makes them feel manly. Give them something manly to do, then thank them kindly for it. You, and they, will be glad you did.

I can't do everything a man can do; a man can't do everything that I, a woman, can do. Stop telling me that I don't need a man to do this or I don't need a man to do that. Yes, I do. We do. If mother nature intended for us to not need men, we would not need men to get pregnant. Don't talk to me about doctors and invetro and all that, cause do you know what you still need at the end of the day? A man. And if men were depended upon for children, well, humanity probably would of ended 10,000 years ago.  I hate to tell you feminists this, but we aren't equal; we are Forks and Spoons.

It's a weird analogy, I know, but when I read it in a book, it fits perfectly. You don't use a fork to eat soup and you don't use a spoon to eat spaghetti. Each utensil is needed for specific tasks, yet sometimes, they can be used for the same task. (Ever run out of clean spoons and you really, really are dying for some ice cream? Forks work!) We have our differences, each needed to do a specific job, but to complete your meal, you need both a fork and a spoon, right?