Whitney
If your heart stops, I'll fix it, but the only type of bleeding heart
I'm interested in is a literal bleeding heart. I'm a paramedic and a
lieutenant, in charge of 40 men and 5 women -- I'm sick of the women who work
under me who are only paramedics and firefighters so they can be a "woman in a
man's world" but can't lift worth shit, don't know their stuff, get the men to
do the actual work, and then complain about not being taken seriously after
walking around the station in sports bras.
I'm sick of listening to my guys talk bout which nurse they'd like to f***,
and sick of the rumors I slept with the captain and every other guy to be the
girl in charge. You might have to sleep you way to the top, but I
certainly don't.
Guess what guys? You couldn't get this if you tried.
The fact I'm bent over you in a squad doesn't mean you can slap my ass or
that "while I'm down there, I'd be happy to offer you a blowjob."
Seriously, a small bit of intelligence goes a long way.
I'm as complete a person without a man as I'd be with one. Go ahead
an objectify me, but when your chest hurts, it won't be a heart attack, it'll be
a 3" heel digging into your ribs.
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