Male. Malicious. Male-icious. God, you can’t even make something sound bad with that.
Sometimes little things that irritate me and people may not even be aware of just make me want to call it quits.
My boss cracked a joke about the female pilot who was in a crash recently. I just, I dunno. He said he didn’t mean it, but my whole body feels limp and saggy with disappointment and utter hopelessness.
I’m just a silly woman. Even a pilot who accomplished a fucktonne just to be able to fly a plane is considered a silly woman.
Woman pilot. Not just pilot.
I’m going to have a big old cry now because that sometimes makes me feel better when stuff like this happens. Doesn’t accomplish anything, but it means I don’t fester in rage and bitterness.