This Will End Up Being Jada’s Fault
I’ve heard the murmurs. Did you see how mad Jada looked? Did you see her crazy eyes? And what about that Wicked Witch of the West emerald green dress? What do you think she was packing in there?
If Will didn’t do something at that moment, Jada was gonna kick his ass. She was going to do Tarantino on his tuxedo tuchas. Will had to make a decision and fast! Slap Chris or get bitch slapped by G.I. Jane II later.
It’s always the woman’s fault. I know because I’m the woman and it’s always my fault. Whenever I chain my husband to the radiator, I’m the bad guy! When I throw a hot cappuccino on a barista, I’m the Karenator.
How many nice men have you met and wondered, “What’s he doing with that harpy?” I’m the harpy. So what if I ride a broom and DIY voodoo dolls in the image of my frenemies?
My husband is a sweetheart. When we were younger, people thought he was too nice for me. Just because he made lunches for the homeless and carried old ladies over puddles. He’s so nice that the other day, in Texas, the cashier at a restaurant gave him a free piece of pie.
The cashier said to my husband, “This is because you were the nicest customer I’ve had all week.” Women are expected to be nice and we don’t get pie for it. We get pie in…
