An acquaintance just left his cushy job as a lawyer with a big firm (and a stable income, etc.) for the freedom of working for himself, of chasing his own dream and not the dream of The Man.
I’ve thought about having a fundraiser here on maigh.com for my “get out of debt (that my worthless ex left me with when he found himself a new young honey but I still take partial responsibility for) ” fund so I could start over.
Would you contribute?
I’d probably make about a buck fifty and I could go back to grade school and buy a box of milk with it.
What does that have to do with being a man?
As I left on his blog: “I wish I was a man just so I could envy your balls.”
If I was out of debt, I’d buy myself a pair.
I also have to think that my sailor mouth would have been/would be better accepted. You know. If I didn’t have boobs and a uterus.