Is your daughter fit for a king?

Maybe I'm being hysterical. Maybe I should like being treated like public property.

Oh, wait. I live in a world where women are conditioned until having our genitals regulated in public like bitches to be bred is normal, and where many media voices say every female should be ready for - and at least know how to fake looking like we enjoy - the treatment. We are told so by people who say it is an honor to expect public breedability checks because our parents taught us to label those parts of ourselves trash in order to appear more 'civil' and therefore worthy of more resources. That's what children are in this world - family mating preference loudspeakers. It's every child's duty to positively portray their parents bullshit as if standard bearers at the fucking Olympics. That's why we hit them until they obey. If children don't try to impress their parent's heroes then they aren't worthy of any of the hard-earned resources they helped gather by carrying around old people's outdated breedlore like identity-less pack animals.

Like Old King Cole said, if you can't fuck em, fuck em.

That would be selfish.

My solution to end this war is simple: Pretend none of those Iron Age rules became obsolete once we created ready access to hot and cold running water and soap. If you have a child, maintain your place in society by forcing centuries old, obviously no longer relevant, tent dweller sanitation rules and the sexual preferences of dead politicians into your children's underwear.

It's loads of fun.

Now for shit's sake go smell like new stuff. It's the holidays.