First off, allow me to congratulate you people on what I consider to be an epic example of a disastrous business decision.
Let me guess, there are a bunch of testosterone challenged individuals in upper management who thought it would be a great idea to politically alienate a large portion of their customer base?
How awesome is that?
Because, you know, making a business decision to put out a social justice warrior message decrying masculinity when the product you produce and sell to has been historically purchased by men strikes me as being self defeating right out the door.
But what do I know, I am one of those toxic males you seem to think that young boys and young men should avoid turning out to be.
Being such, I laugh and spit in your general direction for being so stupid.
Mark my words you pansy motherfuckers, there is going to come a day in the not too distant future when you are going to desperately wish there were some people like me around to save your ass from this cultural armageddon you are working so hard for.
Your social engineering experiment is going to blow up in your delicate little faces and it will be too late when you finally realize that it takes real men to build and maintain the level of civilization you have become accustomed to.
Not fancy pantsed soy boys and effeminate, gender confused adults who can’t even figure out which bathroom to use.
Dirty, sweaty, nasty and tough bastard kind of men.
In the mean time, those of us who you decry as unfit for society will just keep right on doing what we do.
Treating women as they should be treated and teaching our boys how to be men.
AS IT SHOULD BE.
You gender benders better learn how to do things with your hands in a big hurry, maybe something besides throwing them up in the air every time a light bulb burns out or your sewer clogs up.
Because I just don’t see too many pansies making a living building or repairing much of anything and those of us men that do, who you don’t seem to want around, are going to tell you to fuck right off when you come crying to us.
Oh by the way, you can keep your fucking razors too.
I don’t buy them anyway.