Ms.Matchsticks and battle of the sexes

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass." —Maya Angelou







As the sky cleared this morning, Ms.Matchsticks in months realized that she hasn't really taken the time to smell the roses. So, maybe it is time finally to just take a deep breath. After all, she has to go out and deal with the brainless pits. 

So, she just started reading the bumper sticker feminist inspirational quotes. because, why the bloody hell not?

She thought hard and wondered if this life she had chosen would really work out or not. Everyone said, be the girl who finds a man and settles down. Be that girl Ms.Matchsticks. It works. But, then what about her head that is a bag of cats being swooped between to closely lodged walls? 
Who is ever going to handle that part? 

Eh! Well never mind. This chica will handle her own. 
The sound of the black Motorala ringing brought her back to reality and she realized, the day dreams were far more worth it. 

"Talk?" - Ms. Matchsticks.

On the other side: " Hey! Its me. was wondering, why you never answer my calls?" - Danny. 

Ms.Matchstick thought to herself again; " Yes! I have to answer your calls, because god forbid should I ignore a penis holder with a decent job". But, she decided to just reply with... " I have been really busy. Hey, can I get back to you later? I am running late for work". And the line went dead from her end. 

Why? Why is it so necessary that she entertain every penis holder who approaches her? Because, she is nearing 30 and is already a grandmother in the Indian peninsula? Oh! To hell with all of that. Ms.Matchstick is way above those lines. 

She has seen the monsters who live inside people already. She doesn't need to be told that her validation is not between her legs and in her baby making parts. Sometimes, just sometimes when Ms.Matchsticks is in her anxiety trips, she could shove responsibility up these lingering penis holder's tight butt hole that they would feel the taste of the ITR tax bills for months. 

Maybe some day she will. Why would she have to even stand and hope that he or anybody will actually have the two cent brain space to show up. Because, of course! She is female. She is half male already. 


With all of these lingering thoughts in her head, Ms.Matchsticks fixed her bra clasp from above her clothes behind and locked her door behind her.

Time to giddy up and burn the whole world down again for today.

And, there she hears again some guy rubbing his testicles on a bicycle as he passes by her whistle.

Moral of story by Ms. matchstick? - ' Of course you can be charming with a woman. But, if you are rubbing your penis in front of a stranger, then maybe you are a douche bag.'

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