Just to add the nuisance gender to the loop; when women of upper and upper-middle wasted hierarchies sit in their kitty parties, they discuss maids. It’s a beautiful topic. A little sensitive too. Arousing. Intense. Seen. Smelled.
Yet, it stinks.
But what do men do?
Well, in the same hierarchy of bastards, one corrupt talks to another corrupt about the corruption of some other corrupt. That’s one of the routine habits and also a way of making acquaintances.
“Heard about you very highly.”
“Likewise.”
Though the only thing they have heard about each other is under the table corruption and jerking. Fuckin’ bastards.
Such meetings are usually held during official hours, when non-corrupt civilians suffer around the corridors, in halls, in waiting areas, in dust, and on hard benches.
Two – or more – corrupts talk as if from a ‘minbar’. “Haye Allah!” in a casual tone. “Oh, my goodness!” when being sophisticated.
For such deeds, they don’t even need evenings or nights. Because evenings and nights are for maids. And drinks. That’s how the two genders are connected.
Misogyny and misandry, gaslighting the cigarettes for patriarchy, together, with a couple of drinks served by maids.
And somehow, kitty parties are better. At least maids get paid for being discussed. While the general public gets nothing for being arsed by the bollocks.
There is no side to be taken. Neither in politics, nor in history. It’s truth that stands. And the truth is: every single one of you stinks regardless of gender or pronouns you pronounce to feel yourself affiliated to another spectrum.
