I fantasize about men. As always. I imagine a man sitting in a decree with two children. My wife works. And here, she comes home, say, at eight o’clock, shakes his son and sits down and looks at the TV. Or he goes to drink beer with his friends, and then comes back at twelve.

A man who sits with two (three, five, etc.) children, prepares, leads their clinic and so on, everyone claims that he looks bad. The press is like that. He walks around the house in stretched trainers, not in strings. The haircut is done once every six months. I have broken up, Carro.

And the wife is already looking at colleagues, with whom she is much more interesting to communicate than with a man, who tells only about what news in the playground. Then she leaves, and makes a lip certificate of income, so that the alimony is not paid, and the children remain with her husband. Who will run out as he wills. Who needs two children?

If you know a lot of such cases, you can safely say that in Russia full gender equality and pheninism have triumphed.”

c) Leda Garina