. . . looking for a present for our neighbor's six year old's birthday. I think for some reason she had a few drinks with dinner before we went that evening . . . so she's taking a stroll in the girls aisle and the whole time she's vocally spewing vitriol at the, well, let's put it bluntly, BULLSHIT toys they market to girls 11 and under. "Where the hell are the GIRL'S chemistry sets? Where the hell are the girl's DOCTOR toys? Where the hell is anything
educational for a girl? No, instead the message given here is 'either be a dumb fucking club slut or a housewife'. Men run the whole fucking world, so there's not much for you to shoot for but to just put your fake tits in your slut top, change this Betsy-Wetsy's diapers or bake me a fucking cake!"
I noticed the women in the surrounding area, while looking away in embarassment, were also smiling and nodding as well.
I don't think we'll be getting drinks before shopping anymore.