Yeah, it’s the type of post I’d privately nod+caveat if a friend made it, but not the type of post I’m sharing everywhere.
The wrong kind of person is going to love that OOP is body-shaming and poverty-shaming because they feel putting people down is fun and/or uplifts them.
There are many that are that ‘wrong kind of person’ that simply don’t realize it. And to that person, that gets excited when they see men put down, I ask you to reflect on that feeling.
I’m also not convinced that teaching your kids that sex is a non event is a good idea either.
Also I’m confused about what’s wrong with the Honda civic, if you got one with all the optional extras it would be quite expensive, not that matters, but it’s just a weird vehicle to have chosen to indicate lack of money. Should have gone with something like a Nissan Micra, it would have still been the stupid take, but at least it would have made sense.
Civics catch a lot of strays due to the sheer number of them and how long those things last. The drive train can literally outlast the body work. So there are a whole lot of used Civics on the road being driven by “poor” people who can’t afford better.
A rusted-out civic is often driven by two type of people - poor people who can’t afford better, or multi-millionaires that won’t spend money on anything more than that.
Well poor is a pretty loose term these days so I’m unsure if it’d apply to me but my girl Gracy (2012 EX) has taken me across the country 3 times, been a makeshift tent after saving me from mountain lions and made me basically invisible to cops for her whole 360k miles, costing me nothing but oil, spark plugs, brake pads and a window regulator…and gas… When she dies I will drop a whole ass new engine in her with my own bare fukkin hands. They sure knew how to make em
I see it kinda the same way as anything else, say, riding a bicycle: something normal, that is likely going to be part of your life and that you’ll enjoy doing, but don’t really need to if you don’t want.
Sure you’ll remember your first bike fondly (or not) but you can have others and your most memorable memories are most likely from the trips you’ll take later.
Eh. Good message wrapped up in weird body shaming, class shaming, vaguely misandrist ‘rhetoric’.
This aint it. It’s close to it. They’re the same aisle. But it aint it.
Yeah, it’s the type of post I’d privately nod+caveat if a friend made it, but not the type of post I’m sharing everywhere.
The wrong kind of person is going to love that OOP is body-shaming and poverty-shaming because they feel putting people down is fun and/or uplifts them.
There are many that are that ‘wrong kind of person’ that simply don’t realize it. And to that person, that gets excited when they see men put down, I ask you to reflect on that feeling.
I’m also not convinced that teaching your kids that sex is a non event is a good idea either.
Also I’m confused about what’s wrong with the Honda civic, if you got one with all the optional extras it would be quite expensive, not that matters, but it’s just a weird vehicle to have chosen to indicate lack of money. Should have gone with something like a Nissan Micra, it would have still been the stupid take, but at least it would have made sense.
They’re telling on themselves. 🙂
The Civic is illustrating how mundane the event was, in contrast to the people who want beds of rose pedals and candles for their first time.
Civics catch a lot of strays due to the sheer number of them and how long those things last. The drive train can literally outlast the body work. So there are a whole lot of used Civics on the road being driven by “poor” people who can’t afford better.
A rusted-out civic is often driven by two type of people - poor people who can’t afford better, or multi-millionaires that won’t spend money on anything more than that.
Being thrifty is not exclusive to millionaires.
Well poor is a pretty loose term these days so I’m unsure if it’d apply to me but my girl Gracy (2012 EX) has taken me across the country 3 times, been a makeshift tent after saving me from mountain lions and made me basically invisible to cops for her whole 360k miles, costing me nothing but oil, spark plugs, brake pads and a window regulator…and gas… When she dies I will drop a whole ass new engine in her with my own bare fukkin hands. They sure knew how to make em
I see it kinda the same way as anything else, say, riding a bicycle: something normal, that is likely going to be part of your life and that you’ll enjoy doing, but don’t really need to if you don’t want.
Sure you’ll remember your first bike fondly (or not) but you can have others and your most memorable memories are most likely from the trips you’ll take later.
If he’s a rich boy with a huge cock, he can have your special thing.