Winking a man’s signal, permission to sin. Like anyone ever needs permission to be pieces of shit. Even if it’s not cheating. They do whatever the fuck they want to do, then cry and throw fits when something is not going their way. That’s why we’re the feminine sex, so we can baby them back into man-hood. Spoil them back onto their “thrones.” So they can go back to lording as the superior sex’s telling us who what when where and how until one day we get sick of being used as stepping stones and we push the fucker off, wink now, wink yourself back up right and this time try not to cry about it. Sir, Lord, King, whatever the fuck.