Poor mom, she’s probably had to chase him out of her closet.
I love how the guy writes poetically about women dancing through blisters in stiletto heels all night while their lipstick shines like armor, and yet he can’t be arsed to even shave everyday. I bet he’d cry like a bitch if he got his ears pierced, yet long dangling chandelier earrings would go with his flowing mom skirts and scarf spiritual aesthetic.
Most women do a lot of shit before we leave the house everyday; he wants to walk around hairy, bald and unmade up, and yet be offended when he’s called a man. Check your privilege dude.