I remember being about 6 years old and having the thought that I wished my dad had chosen a partner with less stubby toes. It probably took another decade and a half before it hit me how fucked up that was.
I don’t even know why I thought having unstubby toes would make a difference to anything. To make it more ridiculous, I have a birthmark on one foot that used to make me so self conscious that I kept my feet hidden from everyone until college. Who did I think was going to see my feet and reject me?
That doesn’t necessarily hold up though. A ceasar salad is delicious. So is pistachio ice creme. The result of mixing the two however…
Sure, but the features incels obsess over are almost always features their own father possesses.
I remember being about 6 years old and having the thought that I wished my dad had chosen a partner with less stubby toes. It probably took another decade and a half before it hit me how fucked up that was.
I don’t even know why I thought having unstubby toes would make a difference to anything. To make it more ridiculous, I have a birthmark on one foot that used to make me so self conscious that I kept my feet hidden from everyone until college. Who did I think was going to see my feet and reject me?