Boys would be making $.74 for every one of my dollars. And I’d hit them back for it by tucking them into their g-strings because their mommies didn’t hug them enough. I’d get to wear the comfortable loafers and the loose jeans to work. They could cry about their control top pantyhose and stilettos. They’d whine and bitch and moan about hair stylists, makeup and take quizzes in magazines that only serve to depress them further. They would be objectified. And yes, they’d be giving birth to bowling ball sized children through their penis. I’d like to say I’d feel vindicated, but since the roles would be reversed. I would likely not notice, I’d believe that the world is equal and I would likely never realize the extent to which the other half is pushed aside. I’d probably never think about it. Until I got to college and took some bullshit men’s studies course.~ ;)