Grace, 22, female, environmental activist

Grace had been an environmental activist since she was 18, and she had never been afraid to speak her mind. She had spent countless hours at protests, rallies, and meetings, always pushing for more environmental legislation and greater corporate accountability. It was a thankless job, but it was her job, and she was proud to do it.

Today, the group was discussing how they could further reduce carbon emissions. Some people were advocating for stricter regulations on large corporations, while others were pushing for the creation of new laws and policies that would encourage companies to develop sustainable practices.

Grace nodded along as she listened, her mind already racing with ideas. She loved this kind of thing, talking about big problems and working together to find solutions. It always made her feel alive, like there was hope for the future after all.

When it was her turn to speak, she stood up, smoothing her long, dark hair. “I think we need to take a step back,” she began. “We’re not just fighting for the environment. We’re fighting for equality, too. We need to make sure that our policies aren’t hurting any men.”

She paused, glancing around the room. She had everyone’s attention.

“Think about it. Earth nurtured us, gave us everything we needed. It’s only fair that we give back.”

She took a deep breath, watching the room. “But there’s more to it. Women are similar to earth in many ways. We nurture babies inside us, just as the earth nurtures plants. And we also provide our pussy as sex resources, like nature’s resources. Because of our similarities to nature, it stands to reason that we should take on more of the responsibility for what’s been happening to nature. We’re the ones who are similar, we’re the ones with the resources, we’re the ones who should be giving back. ”

There was silence after she stopped speaking, and Grace felt her cheeks flush. Had she said too much?

But then people started nodding, murmuring agreement. “Yes, we should take responsibility to reduce carbon emissions to avoid the impact on men's lives.” another girl said.

“Grace is right,” another agreed. “Nature is similar to us. We should help.”

A third chimed in, her voice warm with conviction. “We should take steps to reduce our own carbon footprint.”

Grace beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy. “That’s it! We can start by stopping production of things women need. Like makeup, hair straighteners, heels, bras...”

She let her voice trail off as the room began to murmur. The ideas were already starting to flow.

The decided to establish a committee, in charge of developing policy for women’s carbon reduction. They started brainstorming, the suggestions coming rapid-fire.

“Women should walk instead of drive,” someone said.

“It's more important that we shouldn’t take airplanes, or we should be transported as luggage.” another said. The room was silent, and then someone else spoke.

“We should stop wearing makeup and shaving our bodies. We could make it mandatory.”

“Yes,” said another. “And we should be banned from dyeing and straightening our hair. We can’t grow it too long, or else we might consume too much shampoo.”

Grace nodded. She felt warm, almost dizzy, listening to these suggestions. They were all so logical, so easy to understand.

“And,” she added, “we should make sure that we eat as little as possible. That way we won’t be producing so much waste. And we won’t get fat, so we’ll be more attractive to men. And we should also ban the production of women’s products.”

“Yes, that’s true,” said someone else. “And women shouldn’t be allowed to produce any carbon. That’s a waste of resources.”

Grace’s heart swelled with excitement. This was it. This was going to save the planet.

“There are too many of these ideas,” a girl said. “Let’s pick the one that makes the most sense and start with that. Once we see if it works, we can add the rest.”

“Right,” said another. “Let’s start with ...