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Originally Posted by Penguin
keep on with the great writing - the People's Front of Germany demands it!
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I thought we were the German People's Front?
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Originally Posted by Red October1984
This is going to be a long-ass thread
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Originally Posted by Red October1984
It's going to be a loooooooonnnnnnnnggggg game for you sir.
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Yes, thank you for repeating this invaluable piece of advice. I believe writing these stories on this forum for several years has given me some insight on the subject. But what would I know when just randomly starting something like this for, after all, I'm just a humble servant trying only my best to bring you some meager amount of amusement with my feeble, not mention-worthy capabilities.
I welcome comments in my AAR threads, but knowing there are people who have specifically said in the past that they are not commenting because they don't want to disturb the story, I also request that their wish is respected as well. I believe that's not unreasonable.
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My life continued. Daddy would keep playing doctor with me and say I wasn't allowed to play with boys without his approval, which I never got.
I kept asking if I could get a pony, but all he ever promised me was a goat on my 16th birthday.
On the way to get my new pet I remember meeting Butch and his gang oppressing Amata. Of course Amata wasn't very emancipated yet, even though I had lectured her about my political opinions for the last six years, but she was making process and not submitting to the obsolete gender hierarchy anymore like she used to.
Butch, on the other hand, was beyond all hope, despite of me telling him all the time that wearing leather jacket was highly unethical and some child somewhere had starved because of it plus some poor cow had lost its life for it too.
However, I knew how to play their opressive tendencies against them and with my quick wits and shining intelligence I made her leave Amata alone on that day.
So off I went again to get my goat, but imagine my horror when it occurred to me that daddy had lied to me and goat was, in fact, just some stupid test which I had to take to prove, like, the totally obvious fact that I was smarter than anyone here.
But since I was always a good student and totally smart, I decided to take this test too and write my essay about the modern theories of feminism.
But this test was very different from all the other exams I had taken during my courses. I mean, it had really weird questions, like this first one which was no question but a thinly veiled double entendre. I swear daddy has used that same phrase at least twice in the past with me.
Then they asked about sports, which I had always found boring. Like, the boys always talked about their oppressed girls and getting to the second base. Typical men who couldn't even hold up a conversation, changing subject in the middle of the sentence!
The questions got weirder and weirder. Like, first of all, I don't even have a grandmother and even if I did, I'm sure she wouldn't be republican enough to have a pistol, so I didn't answer that one.
I also resented how it encouraged reading masculine, unintellectual rubbish instead of Foucault's latest articles.
And how it implied what me and daddy had done in the restroom was just disgusting and I sure let the exam maker know what I thought about this particular question.
I wasn't really convinced of the scientific objectivity of this exam either and was sure to get bad grades just because I was a liberal thinking woman with globally conscious values.
And in retrospect it would have been much more convincing exam if they gave me a paper and pencil like everyone else in the first place. See the system in work!
Yeah, you don't say? So I was off to bed.