I don’t really trust anyone who has tattoos.

Even if a man says he is a feminist ally or feminist leaning, I don’t believe him 99% of the time.

If someone can’t operate a computer even after using one for 10+ years, I think they have the IQ of a cucumber.

Anyone who says dismissive things about sex workers I assume is a stone cold idiot in every other way.

If you don’t like catfish or sweet tea, I assume you’re broken.

If you have a baby (as a man or woman), I wonder what is wrong with you.

If you like experimental jazz, I wonder if you have any visits with an audiologist scheduled.

Any TV show that uses an IP address like 7.718.502.4, I stop watching right away.

If a show has mostly men in its cast, I assume it’s terrible and don’t watch it.

I could honestly murder street harassers or rapists without feeling the least guilt about it* (not really unusual for me, but, like, even less guilt than normal).

If someone uses a bunch of text-y abbreviations and elisions, I assume they are either seven or a complete addlepate.

I believe therapy is totally useless per se, even for the people who claim it has helped them.

Most people I believe have kids just out of boredom, or obligation, or a combination of both. Maybe 5% of kids are actually wanted.

I at least partially believe that I must be a space alien.

*I have never murdered anyone. And I am not saying that doing so to those types of people is right or that I ever would do so, just that if I did so, here’s what I’d feel: nothing. I’d go grab a slice of pizza.