mhm. pareiza sistēma ir kā zirnekļiem. sapārojas, mātīte nokož tēviņam galvu un miers.
nu, varētu arī tikai galviņu nokost ;)

(bet ja nopietni, tad visas tās feministu būšanas ir izdomājuši cilvēki, kas nespēj par sevi/savu dzimumu pastāvēt citādi kā vien pierādot, ka dzimumiem jābūt līdztiesīgiem.)

a vai tagad feminisms ir populaars? mani paties interesee shis jautaajums..
pati es maza maza meiteniite teku pa celju un man viss vienalga :P

a kopš kura laika dabiskums ir kkāds kritērijs, a?

Destruktīvs tu kaut kāds, puikiņ! Allaž grasies paslēpties aiz šalkoņas-šļākoņas-šļācieniem.

šalkoņas-šļākoņas-šļācieniem
:)

Purple moon in the sky

Sunset or the sunrise
The moon sits high in the dark night sky
It's purple as it's alway7s
Regardless if it's noon or night

But you should get a moonstone
To realize it's just a doom-stone
You can't touch the sunrise
But you can feel it's power - so much big

The same goes for the moonstone
It takes your soul and cripples it a lot
Then you feel like floating
On the moon so high in the purple night sky

Must say this goes for the female
Because men are strong, but they are not
They get dazzled by the moonstone
Which screws them up with the purple shine bright

Now they think they can surpass
All the men on this planet - so much big
They also start to believing
That men are stupid and really are pigs

Now, for this alone they deserve to die
But that's not the worst thing all around
They think they don't need us
Not for attraction or even for the sex

Now the priestress of the purple moon are
So much that none can really them count
But someday there will come the hero with a sword
Who will slash all the purple into juicy, brightly red

All he's going to require so much
Is going to be simple chart or a map
A map for the moon, which emits purple light
Regardless if it's noon or night

Aspazija nenomierinasies.