angry feminist exercise routine

I walk to and from work.

And I walk fast.

These days, whenever I see a man in front of me

I walk quicker

Until I pass him.

It’s harmless.

And it feels good.

Sometimes men in suits pass me.

And I make it a point to speed by them even faster.

The shittier and more potato-shaped the man

And the fancier the suit,

The faster I fucking pass them.