I never wanted to be that girl.

I look at this picture and think “What the hell is she doing?”

I mean, yeah, horses are okay. But they smell.  And riding them makes my ass hurt. And they require more attention than a man.

Jeez! More attention than a MAN! Who the hell needs that?

Oh, but they aren’t judgmental. They love you for who you are.

Yeah, so do cats.  And dogs. And even stuffed animals.

And stuffed animals don’t cost a gazillion dollars a year to have someone else take care of them while you have to go to work to pay for someone else to take care of them!

Okay. Maybe I got off on the wrong foot here.

She looks  a little sad. Maybe she needs the horse to be her best friend. Maybe the cat ignores her. Maybe she’s wishing someone would come sweep her away from that dreary country life.

Or maybe she should get off her ass and go do something herself! Why the hell do you think Feminism is still an issue! Go fucking do something useful instead of sitting there looking forlorn!

Okay.

Sorry.

You should never ask me my opinion of art.

Especially after you made a picture of me that looked like this:

Yeah. It’s fucking funny. That doesn’t mean I forgive you.