“Imagine you're baking a cake. You spend hours doing research,”
Um, what research do you imagine the baker does before a cake?
What research do you imagine fathers do before having the procreative sex at their wives?
“ looking up tutorials and buying all the most expensive ingredients to make sure it will be the best cake ever made”
You have an odd, odd image of what parent hood is about…
“After you're done you decide to give it to a man who you believe is worthy of your cake.”
Your analogy has never been all that good, but Jesus FUCK you’re an idiot. I do not GIVE my daughter to a man. The cake grows up and chooses HER man. Same as her mother before her, my cake.
You sexist, patriarchal, tone deaf, manbaby.
“He has a good job, a great personality, he regularly donates to charity and he spends his weekends helping out in homeless shelters.”
Dude, I’m not the one who decides who she marries. She does.
“Before you can give him the cake, some random college fratboys decide to take the cake off you and spend the next couple of days rubbing their dicks off your cake and jizzing all over it until it's only a shadow of its former self.”
Ah. Sex makes a woman a shadow of her self?
Again, you immature, illiterate, self-centered fuckstain, have no idea what you’re talking about. This is just blackpill fanfiction.
“This is what having a daughter in the 21st century looks like.”
Not even close. It’s not random fratboys attacking my daughter, it’s however many men (or women) she chooses to have the sex with. One of whom she MIGHT attach herself to.
And I really don’t care what criteria she uses to pick Mr. Right, as long as it isn’t a fuckknuckle incel.