I have a male brain. I think it is my right to dish out advice to other meek brained women, who faced with a violation of their basic rights, protested, just voiced their opinion as a form of protest. I with my malayalee male meek brain wanted to play it down, and in the pretext of discourse started mansplaining on how to protest, calm, orderly disciplined conduct. The women booed and laughed and had fun. That is all it was needed, the women dont have such kind of time for nonsense that has been dished out in brain-graffiti stamps. Yes, impulsive boos you see, impulsive boos that has a long history in Kerala, this boo is as impulsive as the struggles women have been going through for centuries, the boo is deep throat-ed and is so loud, my malayalee male brain cannot take it anymore, since the male meek brain is so hollow the boos reverberates. To beef up my discourse, I even talk about history and then I add family and then I add personal insult -- Oh all those things we malayalee male brains have been trying for long, this time I tried all in one post, and the women, and the women dipped my discourse in bread crumbs and deep fried them in oil, added a dash of salt and pepper and is munching on them. It looks as if they are eating my own brains. How dare these women. (This time I am trying English because it will make me look more intelligent and serious and knowledge malayaalee male brain) - From a brain loser malayalee male
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:34:47 +0000
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