Let's just take a break and talk about this: How fucking tired aren't we all of the man confessing his sins and getting a gold star? Don't get me wrong, I love some self insight in a man but come on, women self examine every single day, publicly, with far more accuracy but much like the man who "only gives compliments when you least expect it" (meaning when you don't need it and it's really just an exercise of power) the man who accurately describes his behaviour gets pandered to like our lives depend on it. Which it does! Because if he doesn't stop the world with his amazing intellect he will withdraw into the metaphorical man cave. He had no plans of changing anyway. How are our lives so shit that the mere promise of a man "trying" to change, just the one(!!), makes us drop everything and rush to praise him? That's what you're really getting. But I suppose that's all you ever really wanted because that doesn't require any of that hard emotional labour that is being a decent person, you can just jog on, being "your self". And another day of misogyny can pass by.
*Inspired by the hipster who finally got to confess his violence against women on national TV and "regretting it so much" that he will try to stop.*
One single man tear runs slowly down one cheek in a dark but still extremely sharp picture on an hd TV.
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