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Maternity Leave

I hopped on Linkedin a little bit ago to look at job postings. One of the sidebars said "Generous Maternity Leave" and spoke about how most civilized nations offer at least 18 weeks of maternity leave.

One man commented:
"You libs love to spend other people's money. If you're going to have a kid save up for it or use vacation time. Why should I have to pay for your kid?"

This is the same exact demographic that says:

"PRO LIFE"

Why is the life of the female degraded to be less important than the life of the fetus???

I am a hard working female. I work full time in the office, I work full time at home, I go to school part time and still have to commute here and there. I'm not an anomaly. There are literally thousands of women like me across the country. Why should any man feel entitled to opine on maternity leave, women's reproductive rights, or women's rights in general? Newsflash, THEY SHOULDN'T!

We deserve generous maternity leave. If men could have babies, they wouldn't. The population of humans would have died out ages ago because men can't handle the same pain as women can. They also would be getting abortions at ATM's because, MEN.

I'm sorry to sound so full of misandry, but I am seriously fed up with this shit. Men constantly trying to keep their hold of control on females. We are not yours, you do not have to speak for us, in fact, we don't want you to. We want you to listen.

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