The name we choose for ourselves is like a promise.
If you’re “mature” enough to have sex, you’re mature enough to deliver the baby you’ll possibly create, abortion isn’t an option.
if you’re “mature” enough to own a gun, you’re mature enough to…
If you’re “mature” enough to be a total twat on the internet then you’re mature enough to be called out on it by a large number of people. Taking it back or deleting your blog are not options.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
Whoever doesn’t think Cloyster is somebody joking about vaginas is just plain dead wrong.