A few people had mentioned that 'Twisters' didn't invoke climate change, so I thought cool -- a few special effects and a fun few hours.
Then it starts -- two white chicks and three pajeets! And... there are, actually, some astonishingly good-looking pajeets, but they chose the weak-chinned losers, of course.
I lasted about five minutes.
I wish we could put pajeets, chicks and (the rule-16 people) on an island, and see what they'd create.
We all know that they'd do nothing but argue.
But hey, Madame Curie was, like, super good at putting samples into a machine that she didn't build.
Sorry, just ranting.
I live in Cambodia these days, and the women here are tough.
Real butchers are still usually men, because they have to do it all day long. But if I bought a full pig, some chick would cut it up.
Things aren't perfect here, but if you're looking for a rough 'equality of sexes', then it's basically paradise. I don't think it's the kind of paradise that feminists are looking for, though.