WOMEN F*CKING HATE YOU, WE *HATE YOU*

I hate the way you move through the world with complete and utter disregard for everyone else. I hate the way that I am expected to cater to you. I hate the way that I am punished when I don't. I hate that I am supposed to accommodate you, soothe you, love you, and please you. I hate that you think you are entitled to me and my body, and that you hate me for giving you the lowest level of hoops to jump through to get to either. I hate that my feelings mean nothing to you. I hate that you are a man. I hate the way you are so smug and self satisfied, I hate that you are so fucking stupid, and I hate that you are so incredibly deluded. I hate that you think you are better than me, when you are so much worse. I hate the way you smell and look and sound. I hate the way you think you are an individual, when you're really just a drone in a swarm of billions of drones just like you. I hate that you think you have a right to comment on my face and body just because I have left the house today. I hate that I side-eye every single man I see, because I know that there's a 50% chance that you're a rapist, and I hate that I know that rape is inevitable, because you can't help yourselves. I hate that you think you aren't your brothers, when you secretly wish that you had the balls (and I use this phrase loosely) to be as openly hateful and violent as they are. I hate that you will laugh at this, because you think you're not like "other" men. I hate that you think I care about you, when I want you to die. I hate that you think I'm overreacting when I say that. I hate that you are offended by my hatred for you, and that you will side with your fellow men rather than me. I hate that you don't care that complete and utter contempt for women is ingrained into every single thing that you do. I hate that you think it's not your problem, and that you aren't a part of a system that keeps women in a constant state of terror, subjugation, and fear. I hate that you think you have the right to speak to me, to touch me, to look at me, to invade my personal space. I hate that I have to be careful with everything I say and do, because I know that I will be punished for speaking out against you. I hate that you are the reason I am an alcoholic, I hate that you are the reason I am a blackbelt, I hate that you are the reason I have PTSD. I hate that I have to lie to you, and that you get angry when I tell you the truth. I hate that you think that my right to life and safety and bodily autonomy are less important than your right to brush your dick against me on a packed bus. I hate that I have to brush it off, side step it, and lower my voice.<br><br>I hate that you exist, and that you take up space and time and resources that could be better spent on literally anything else. I hate the sounds you make, I hate the way you eat, I hate the way you walk. I hate your stupid low IQ faces, I hate your disgusting, smelly, grimy bodies. I hate your fat slobby bellies, I hate your skinny or muscular bodies, I hate your stupid haircuts and ugly clothes, and your stupid beards and ugly teeth. I hate the way you laugh and talk, I hate the sound of your stupid voices. I hate that you wear sunglasses inside, I hate that you think you are sexy when you are the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life. I hate that you will think that you are an exception to this, and that you think you are an ally, when you are not, and you never will be. I hate that you "joke" about beating and raping us, I hate that you call us bitches and whores. I hate that you think you are owed a chance with me, and that you are angry when I reject you. I hate that you side with your fellow women-beaters when they hit us and abuse us, and that you call us liars when we talk about it. I hate that you are the reason I couldn't watch TV as a child, because there was a newsbreak every half hour telling me about the new dead bodies of little girls that had been found, burned and disfigured, with signs of rape and torture, and that you are still killing and raping and hurting and abusing us, and that you will never stop. <br><br>You are not an individual, you are a member of a group, a class, a species that burrows under my skin and makes me want to scream and scream and scream. You are not a person, you are an obstacle. I hate you on a primal level, I hate you with the entirety of my body, I hate your kind because you are a collective evil, and I will hate you until you rot in the ground and your kind is dead for good. I hate you so much that I don't even know what to do with it, and I know that no matter what I say or do, you will not care, and you will not change. I hate your stupid smug smirking faces, I hate that you think you have the right to talk to me. I hate that you are offended by my hatred, and that you think that I am lesser or crazier or more bitter or more negative for hating you. I hate that you think you are not the problem when you are the ONLY problem, and that you are so obtuse and stupid that you will never, ever change. I hate that I have to tolerate you, and that I am punished for not doing so. I hate that you think that I side with other women, when you are right, I hate you so much more than I could ever love you.