Please Don't Walk Past Me, I'm All Woman, I Promise You

Again, I am sick and tired of the narrative promulgated by the 'woke' block that men are evil and women have an alternate path of 'career' fulfillment and have thrown off the chains of slavery to home and children. I'm 34, a burned out modern woman, with a two cent degree in Social Engineering (Daddy is right on this one), unmarried, empty, no children.

My 'sisters' are with me, drinking wine at the Wine Bar, hoping some 'man' won't walk past us on his way to the men's room. Men, not boys, lawyers, engineers, doctors, who drive real cars not Hondas, nice clothes, MANLY, who do not turn their head our way.

We are empty, a nice word that our wombs are unused, many of us poisoned by twenty plus years of birth control medication. So, FUCK YOU, right now I am open to a man with baggage, I can and will do laundry, I've upped my game at the stove and I come with an apron.

God, if you will hear me, I'm sorry I turned my back on you, and your command to cleave to a man, and bear children.