It is also a story of blood and tears. For hundreds of thousands of years from apes to humans, men have been doing all the work for women as nannies. They love to discriminate and exploit women. They

It is also a story of blood and tears. For hundreds of thousands of years from apes to humans, men have been doing all the work for women as nannies. They love to discriminate and exploit women. They also engage in policies of obscurity. Which ethnic minority in the south discovered the female book? Evidence, as long as you work, I won't let you read. It was not until later that the man worked hard and learned how to plant crops. After autumn, he harvested a lot of wheat ears and ate some for the winter. The first man became ambitious and no longer went back to the cave to work as a coolie and sex slave. In today's terms, He said he was going his own way. It snowed heavily that winter, and all the ape-men in the mountains stopped. The first woman came out of the cave hungry, and reached out to the man sitting on the stack of wheat for something. The man looked at her virtue and didn't want to talk to her. She won't give it! In order to make a good impression on the peasants, this woman grabbed a handful of snow, wiped her face clean, and shyly asked with her new face: "Aren't you going to give me some more?" The second woman came out hungry and saw her accomplice's performance. She was disdainful and came over with a sullen face. Can she still watch when there is a clean person competing with her? The man's aesthetic activities began. The second woman had not survived the winter. On a clear and cold day, she starved to death next to her sister who had washed her face. After spring started, guess what? They all went to the river to wash their faces. There was the one with Huahuaguang. After washing her face, she picked a wild flower and put it in the tangled hair on her head. What’s more, all the men loved her and were willing to give it to her. In this way, power began to transfer, and the matriarchal society collapsed. During the mating season, the young women began to wash their faces and arrange flowers, leaving the old and poor female chief alone in the cave, moaning every day. Later on, they all twisted around, messed up their hair, wore random clothes, whatever hairstyles, fashions, etc. - at first it was just for one bite. Now I don't have to worry about food and clothing, but I have developed a problem. If I don't put something on my face, I will feel uncomfortable if I dress like a dragonfly. People who are born not as good as men in appearance have to make up for it the day after tomorrow. Just grab ten men and ten women from the street, wash them all, and put them together to show that they are atavistic. What can I say after talking for a long time? It is said that times have always been different and men and women have always been the same. How can anyone be born female? They are all used to it. How many women are working hard? How many men are disguised? Why do some men look like women? He was also the first to wash her face like a female ape, with oily hair and powdered face, or a belly full of fake chest hair, no matter whether she was dressed up or down, all for the sake of cheating food and drink. From the time when you no longer have to work hard to find a job, gender can no longer be used as a factor. From now on, I think no one will use such vague names as male and female, starting from the reproductive system, and casually and unfairly classify millions of people. The scientific method should be to use eating one's own and eating others. Such differences in food sources differentiate populations. Magazines like "World City" that are meant for those who love to wash their faces shouldn't be called women's magazines. Isn't that an insult to women who provide themselves with pretty boys to strive for self-improvement? It’s all about eating other people’s publications. Do you even look at the master who eats his own food? Yes, I believe it. I also read, look at paintings, train my eyes, and go out on the street so that I can clearly see what it means to be wrapped in a mess.