It is the
29rd 29st 29th of February and that can only mean one thing…
It is a Leap Year – the one day that someone, somewhere, has decreed in a totes authoritarian manner that women can propose to men.
I mean, that’s bloody bonkers. Why the hell can’t a woman propose for the other 365 days of the Leap Year?
Or any of the other 365 days of any normal year?
Well of course she can.
It’s all a control thing; the patriarchy is controlling 50% of the population of the planet through it’s outdated quasi-religious doctrines.
Well blow that.
So women of the world (and women of any other worlds who happen to be looking in), you go girls, you get out there and if someone (animal, mineral, vegetable, human, whatever) takes your fancy, you just get on and propose to him/her/it.
But don’t propose to me, OK?
Because on 28th December last year (yes, alright, just a couple of months ago but anyway), I got married.