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Ask Your Professor: Disposing of Raisinets and Picking Up Feminists

Brian writes: Tom, I liked your idea about telling a girl up front that you dont want kids,etc… and asking the abortion question prior to sex (with a condom of course). I’m curious as to how many girls you’ve been with that gave you a verbal commitment on this issue.

Have you turned down sex with a girl who waffled on the answer or said she would never get an abortion? Im just curious as to how many girls told you they were completely confident in getting an abortion in a worst case scenario. I like the idea but I guess Im having a hard time with the idea of turning down a girl over the issue.

I have turned down dozens of women who said that they wouldn’t have had an abortion if they got pregnant or even that they were “not sure” what they would do.

I’ll tell you how serious I am about this issue, Brian. One time, I met a chick at a live broadcast who just wanted to go for it. It was too good to be true. She was black and beautiful, super young yet legal, and we arrived at her nicely appointed two-bedroom apartment near where the broadcast took place. We weren’t in the apartment five minutes and her clothes were off. She had firm breasts and the kind of nipples that stood out like a pair of Raisinets. She dragged me to her bedroom and I proceeded to disrobe and jump into her bed. At just about the moment she had straddled me and I had my face buried in between those firm 32Ds, I could hear the sound of a baby crying in another room. Before I could ask her what was going on, she told me that it was her son crying and she added that “his fatherdoesn’t live up to his responsibility!

That was all Your Professor needed to hear. I had to slide myself out of her (there’s no better way to put it) and slide my legs out from under her so I could put my clothes on and hightail it out of there. This girl thought I was crazy and she kept asking why I had to go. I told her, “It’s hard enough being responsible for myself. I don’t want to take on any new responsibilities right now.” That included having a relationship in which her ex-fuck buddy’s responsibility became my responsibility or creating any new responsibilities since we already knew what she would do if she got knocked up again: she would keep the little crumb-cruncher and then demand to know if I was going to “live up to (my) responsibilities.”

The best way to never have to live up to any responsibilities is to not create any new ones in the first place. That is why you have to say no to single mothers, no matter how hot they look. Remember: the guy who knocked her up and who now pays her child support once thought she was hot too.

Peter writes: Hey Dad! I was wondering, when a woman starts talking about “feminism” at any time during a interaction with you, how fast should you run away?  Should you start at an angle so if they start chasing you they trip in their stilettos and break an ankle?

I just was chatting up a chick online and I told her she did something “bitchy”, and she went off on an pseudo-intellectual rant about how I was bipolar and anti-feminist.

Luckily I am an avid Leykis listener and I actually did what you said and went to graduate school, so I actually know what “being bipolar” actually means.  Obviously when I corrected her, she avoided it and pushed the point I was a chauvinist pig.

I laughed my ass off and proceeded to click the “next” button on the web browser.

I never run away from chicks who say they are feminists. On the contrary, I let them know that I am a feminist as well, starting with them paying for dinner. I let them know that I am glad that they believe in equality because it takes away all the pressure to pay for things and initiate contact. I tell them that I am all about equality and that I am relieved to know they’re feminist because I am not the kind of person who feels the need to cater to other people. If they get pissed at my choice of words, I let them know that we all know bitches and that I don’t believe that all women are bitches…just the ones whoare.

Many women like this love to throw around terms like “chauvinist pig” and “anti-feminist”, but if they really felt that way about you, they wouldn’t still be talking to you. Have some balls and stand up for what you believe in. They will fuck you if you stand up for yourself.

Then, after you’ve fucked them, crumple them up and dispose of them like a used Kleenex knowing that you can never hurt them because, after all, they are strong, proud women.

PS: I would never move in with or marry a feminist because I would never be with someone who wouldn’t iron my shirt or make me lunch.

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