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As the weakest of the weaker sex, I ask myself this question daily.
How, if at all, can we overcome the constant comparison to the male genius?
Yes, that ease with which they manage to inform and inspire.
Cheekiness to say.
I'm here.
Look at me.
I have it too.
However, I must apologize for it.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Truly I am.
Might have seen me on the train. I was apologizing there too.
On the street, someone bumped into me. I said sorry as he walked away.
Sorry. Sorry. I'm so very sorry for everything that has ever happened, ever.
And I believe I am responsible for all of it, inherently.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Pardon me. Excuse me.
I'm here. I exist. Look at me.
Every tear must have a bit strong reason and if it doesn't,
I'm sorry about that. I know.
That's such a pussy.
Pardon me. I believe I do have the right to be sad, angry, corny, tired.
You don't agree?
Well, I guess I didn't really think about it from your perspective.
Such a bitch.
Now that you mention it, I agree with you.
As always, no questions asked.
Because I respect you, Father Uncle Teacher.
You earned my respect with your overall imposing manner.
I'm afraid of what will happen when some girl won't give you the respect that you deserve.
Doesn't she know you are a god?
Put her in her place.
Tell her to stop crying. She's upsetting Grandad, Dad, Uncle Bob, who's actually just visiting.
