I refuse to wash my hair. It's been a month. I seriously need to wash it, btu washing locs is such a pain in my butt. If I had a wife, she could wash it for me, or take me to the salon and drop off the credit card.
This is random, but I'm firming up the whole "don't need the institution of marriage" thing, and it's feeling okay. It ain't for everyone. And, actually, I feel superior to one friend who is such a staunch feminist she and her hubby are partners, but she needed the full princess wedding. Don't get me wrong, you can most certainly have your cake and eat it, too. I just like to smirk. Cuz I've never identified myself in gender politics.
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