My entire life I've only ever seen gingerbread of the male gender.
We can't have gingerbread men without gingerbread women, right?
So, where the hell are they?
Are they trapped in some dystopian Margaret Atwoodish world where they are locked up in factories, producing gingerbread babies on command? Gingerbaby machines. I bet some of them are eaten by the gingerbread elite before they can grow up and get jobs working in a gingerbread house.
It's shocking, particularly because gingerbread men seem so kind. Always a smile on their face and arms wide open, eager to hug. Uh oh, eager to hug. An early warning sign? I just found out George Bush Senior is a serial female-bum-patter — from his wheelchair. Obviously, you never know a person, or your gingerbread.
There's something stale in the gingerbread world. This Christmas, keep your eyes open for the missing gingerbread women.
#findthegingerbreadwomen
