Jack behaves like a cunt just like any other man, when he’s finally had enough of his own reflection and pulls himself away from the pool.
He can’t help it.
When he’s not obsessed, he’s hardwired – his testosterone crossing over somewhere between being John Malkovich and Jack Nicholson.
Blame and excuses.
Reasons why, justifying those cutting, whining remarks (when he’s really only pissed with himself). Why’d you fucking put me down?
He’s a cunt just like all men.
Patriarchal conditioning bringing all their cuntiness to the surface when things dont go according to plan.
One minute we’re a Goddess, the next a whore.
Riddled in perpetual conflict (and guilt), but really they are all their fathers sons.
If I were a man, I would have punched him in the jaw.
Apparently its ok to punch cunts when they deserve it.
I’d rather you punished me with a tongue lashing any day!
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