 Somebody has invited me to the Make Women Great Again convention. I can't make this up. This is a legitimate thing that is happening. For $2,000, which is the price of a ticket, and I had to write this down because I have a tiny little pea-sized woman brain, you too can learn how to be the most amazing, most wonderful, most feminine woman by a group of men because women have gotten out of control lately. You probably have to stop wearing sweatpants. I'm out. I'm out. I'm out. I think my head has exploded. How is a man supposed to tell a woman how to be the ultimate woman? Do you want to make sure that we're doing all your dishes and scrubbing your toilet and cooking you and serving you every meal and making sure that we bring you a beer the second you sit down and sit and tell you how wonderful you are and cup your balls? Get the hell out of here. Am I meant? Make women great again.