3 Reasons Why I’m Glad To Be a Guy

As I awoke this morning, put on my clothes, and walked out to the subway it struck me that I would make a terrible female. If twenty three years and nine months ago a XX sperm hadn’t been boxed out by the winning XY squad then I would be Meghan and be living a completely different life no doubt.

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