Bad Hair Day
Men will never know what it's like to
hate your hair
like a woman who hates her hair. It's next level. Imagine waking up in the same Groundhog's Day nightmare with bad hair, where every day is a BHD, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't imagine how this eats away at a woman. "I can't take it anymore! I
HATE MY HAIR!"
Every single day is
Hell for them.
There you have it, the answer to the question that has been burning a hole through your entire civilization, what's tearing down your
society, toppling it over, ripping it out from the roots. They don't care about slave ships; they couldn't give two hoots about affirmative action; they don't even want reparations. All they want, really, is a good hair day. And they'll never get it.
So the next
time you're watching footage of women throwing tantrums in
society -- tossing a convenience store
like a tornado; throwing fast food over the counter at the minimum wage worker; resisting arrest; Street fights, school fights, fights at clubs, fights in restaurants, fights on Carnival cruises -- remember "BHD". It's no more complicated than that.
And no amount of combing, straightening, weaving, curling, bleaching, braiding, or just covering it with a
wig is going to keep at bay the wrath that is bursting forth from their core and scorching your
earth. They
hate their hair. And, by extension, they hate you -- you with the good hair. You, Sydney Sweeney. You, with the good "jeans". They want you dead.
