Wake up, little man. You must be so confused as you gaze up at me and my huge pregnant belly. I'm so sick of your misogynistic bullshit, so I decided to do something about it. You always have something to say about how men are better and women should just stay at home, when really, men are useless. You were the perfect candidate for my new project to shrink men down. You're nothing next to me, shrunk down tiny. You won't be going back to normal size. Now you're just my special little pet. You're so small, you could be squished whenever I want. I could make you run around as I try to stomp you with my feet. I hover my feet over you menacingly. Don't worry just yet- I have lots of plans for you, and there's absolutely nothing you can do. I reach down and pick you up. You're so tiny and helpless. Can't even struggle against me when I pick you up. I'm going to make your life hell now. You're pathetic, so scared of me being in control now, but women are always in control. What purpose is there for men, being so aggressive and divisive. You really should be eliminated, but you have one purpose, which is to contribute a small part to help women reproduce. That's why I've decided to shrink men down, out of the way, just a tool to be used. I'll barely be able to hear your voice peeping and I can keep you locked away until you're needed. I show you how big my belly is and tell you that you should be careful, because I get very hungry when I'm pregnant. I can shrink down so many men, though, so I don't necessarily need you. I could eat you and still have plenty. I threaten you with my mouth, tongue and teeth, talking about how I could torment you in my mouth. Maybe I'll pop you in my mouth and give you a good scare when you least expect it. Come to think of it, the only men that are needed are the ones with the best genetics- who wants a bunch of useless men around. Maybe the rest will have to be used for entertainment, chased around and squished underfoot. I show my feet and talk about how fun it would be to play games squishing men. I really want to scare you with my feet, though. How superior do you feel now? I don't want to hear anymore talk about how women shouldn't be pregnant and working. Maybe I should squish you with my big pregnant belly and make you gasp for air under there. There's nothing you can do, and one by one, every other man will be shrunk down as well.