literary interpretation
can suck an egg. i don't know how anybody could be a lit major. take all your critical essays and idiotic rhetorical analysis and shove it directly up your ass. it's 1:20 am and I've been writing this goddamn thing for the past 14 hours, plus about 8 on Friday. honestly who gives a shit about women's sexual empowerment in modern literature. I sure as phuck don't. As long as they can steam the non-fat milk in my starbucks every morning just a tad below boiling, they can vote, chase boys, and not shave their armpits as much as they damn well please. good day to you sir. I said GOOD DAY!