What would the world be like without feminist jokes?
The first joke is arguably more anti-chauvinist than anti-feminist.
A rich man is dating three women and is trying to decide which to marry. He gives each of them
Rs. 200,000 to see what they do with the money.
The first has a total makeover. She goes to a fancy salon, gets her hair, nails and face done, and buys several new outfits. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive to him because she loves him so much.
The second buys the man a number of gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some accessories for his computer, and some expensive clothes. She tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much.
The third woman invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the Rs. 200,000. She gives him back his Rs. 200,000 and reinvests the remainded in a joint account. She tells him she wants to invest in the future because she loves him so much.
Which one does he choose?
Answer: The one with the biggest boobs.
I just realized that I'm probably the only guy who reads this blog. Here goes more social suicide.
On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
One woman in particular loses it. She stands up in the front of the plane screaming, "I'm too young to die!" Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! No one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well, I've had it! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a woman?!"
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten his own peril and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a man stands up in the rear. He's a tall, tanned hunk with jet-black hair, and he starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbottoning his shirt. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says.
No one moves. As the man approaches, the woman begins to get excited. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, extends his arm, holding his shirt to the trembling woman and says, "Iron this."
Without feminist jokes, the world would probably be nicer, but not anywhere near as fun :)
Labels: Anadi, Feminism
