BHD

Bad Hair Day Men will never know what it's like to hate your hair like a woman who hates her hair. It's next level. Imagine waking up in the same Groundhog's Day nightmare with bad hair, where every day is a BHD, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't imagine how this eats away at a woman. "I can't take it anymore! I HATE MY HAIR!" Every single day is Hell for them. There you have it, the answer to the question that has been burning a hole through your entire civilization, what's tearing down your society, toppling it over, ripping it out from the roots. They don't care about slave ships; they couldn't give two hoots about affirmative action; they don't even want reparations. All they want, really, is a good hair day. And they'll never get it. So the next time you're watching footage of women throwing tantrums in society -- tossing a convenience store like a tornado; throwing fast food over the counter at the minimum wage worker; resisting arrest; Street fights, school fights, fights at clubs, fights in restaurants, fights on Carnival cruises -- remember "BHD". It's no more complicated than that. And no amount of combing, straightening, weaving, curling, bleaching, braiding, or just covering it with a wig is going to keep at bay the wrath that is bursting forth from their core and scorching your earth. They hate their hair. And, by extension, they hate you -- you with the good hair. You, Sydney Sweeney. You, with the good "jeans". They want you dead.