This is a scene from lethal weapon that kind of sums up my feelings about not ever being aloud to have something for myself that feminists have to ruin because they are fucking selfish bitches who only think about themselves. I feel robbed of my individuality by these fuckers I feel like i can't have anything nice because feminist try to intrude upon my fucking life. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks that Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give me pause. There's the respect that makes Calamity of so long life: For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, the Oppressor's wrongdoings to this poor soul.
