No one can tell for certain, but it does seem like he's been huffing his own farts so hard he figured he could win this.
Go fash, lose cash. 👍🏻
Le Pen's party polls strong but has few allies. My guess is that Macron hopes that even with his party weakened, he can form a broad coalition that would keep Le Pen out. I have no idea how likely that is to work.
I wonder why people are downvoting your comment. It's literally what happened. See for instance this paper on the history of gender segregation in the Olympics: https://theworld.org/stories/2016-08-17/see-120-years-struggle-gender-equality-olympics.
Quote: "Margaret Murdock from the US won a silver in a tie in the 1976 Riffle Event, one of the events in the shooting categories. The rifle event was split into men's and women's events in 1984."
Everypony.
An oft overlooked option that leaves no one indifferent.
Arrival. Great flick.
Considering it's a reference to Monty Python's Life of Brian, I'm gonna go with yes.
Could we, like, leave the clickbait headlines to reddit? Thanks. The queer.af admins just decided -- wisely -- not to renew the domain considering who the fee would go to.
One might surmise that the people doing the electing and the people doing the protesting are not in fact the same people.
What really gets me is how you swapped Alabama and Mississippi just for kicks.
"Today you. Tomorrow me."
Vast question. Finding out who you are is a lifelong process.
My thought: "male" and "female" are, in fact, abstract ideas, simple labels that each imperfectly, awkwardly covers entire, partially overlapping universes of complexity. And in practical reality, no one is all the way in either universe to the entire exclusion of the other.
So perhaps you are fine in a masculine body enjoying feminine-coded traits and activities. Perhaps the body shape that you would like to see in the mirror fluctuates with time or with your mood. Perhaps you are fine with your genitals but would like to have breasts, or perhaps you are fine with your chest but are thrilled by the idea of a vulva between your legs. Perhaps you would love the way you look and feel in a skirt and high socks. Perhaps you just thrive socializing and belonging in groups of women. Perhaps -- likely -- none of the above, but something else, something lovely I can't even begin to imagine. Only you can find out.
Ultimately all labels are, to some extent, bullshit. Each human is a rich multitude that defies naming and containment. I hope you love whatever it is you end up finding out are.