I just felt like explaining this to teenage boys. By the time you’re eighteen, you’ll need to get yourself into six figures worth of debt and spend at least four years of your life, listening to different varieties of this guy explain how everything is racist and everything bad that ever happened since the invention of the printing press is the fault of racist white men.
Then near the end of it, you’ll need to write your own paper, explaining how everything is racist, but despite all of it, queer latinx womxn of color continue to bravely press on.
If you don’t do that, then you’re just not qualified enough for a job that consists of sitting at a desk and occasionally answering emails while you’re scrolling through Facebook in another tab.
That’s what you’ll have to spend the next fifty years of your life doing (yes, you’ll be allowed to stop when you turn 72*), because otherwise you probably won’t manage to find and hold onto a woman who will let you pee in her vagina once or twice a week.
*There’s a secret hack whereby they let you stop earlier if you manage to die before you turn 72 but they don’t want you to know about it