It's time you got pregnant.

I'm talking to you. Yeah...YOU, with that gun stuck below your belt. It's time you bled every month. Grew melons on your chest and a pot around your waist for 9 months.

If I am the cursed one, I have been through enough. Eve, you greedy canine! For centuries you spineless sperms have told me to live by your norms, cover up and behave like a ‘good girl’. Even as you pinch my butt when I walk, and talk to my tits like they were eyes.

Yes, it’s time the tables turned. It’s time I passed sleazy remarks at your filthy body. Hissed like a hungry snake at your every move, bore you to your soul with my eyes. Oh... I hate you. I hate you...you moron. And I am not even a bra burning feminist. No I am not. I am just a regular woman who knows it’s not easy being one.

P.S: This is after reading an article on the devastating life stories of some unfortunate counterparts.