I remember also when I turned ten. That was, like, totally oppressive day too! Like, what is the age? I'm, like, spiritually much older than I'm physically and you can't categorize me just by the size of my breasts!
Of course, these backwater idiots wouldn't listen to any of that. Instead the old overseer, the high guard of the repression, told me that I would be forcefully integrated to their system now that I was old enough.
As a symbol of oppression he gave me this wrist computer, which is still stuck on my arm like a tattoo.
My best friend Amata was already deeply brainwashed into believing the lies of the patriarchy and gave me a masculine comic book. She couldn't understand when I lectured her about how Hoppe would never approve of that and was for some reason very offended when I just told her that she is a naive imbecile who should die.
I also got a sweetroll from Old Lady Palmer, but I wouldn't be fooled! With my keen eyes I could tell that it contained 0,00000000001 % of meat and saw through her attempt to brainwash me!
Then there was this Butch boy, who was a jerk already back then. But he came from a working class family, so you can sort of understand it. Not that I have anything against the working class, mind you. I'm sure they are nice people. After all, it's not their fault that they happen to be stupid, under educated, smelly and supporting obsolete right wing values.
I didn't get my carrot-broccoli cake either, because this stupid robot ruined it!
And to make sure everyone was laughing at me, I had to wear this stupid phallic symbol on my head.
And then daddy said the words I had learned to fear.
I still remember it! He forced me to hold a gun! He said it was either that or he would beat me! Well okay, I'm not sure if he said that, but does it matter?! I mean, like, totally! A gun! Like he didn't know that guns are objects of boosting masculinity for those with inferiority complex and kill people and hurt animals and should totally be all banned!
I never really saw the appeal in shooting old metal plates either, but daddy was standing behind me all the time and making sure I would do it.
Then he released this ugly bug to crawl around the floor! I was so scared that I had to shoot it! Because it wasn't cute at all, you know! It was a bug! That's different!
So then we left together and I was like, totally, yay, happy birthday to me...:-(