A friend of mine on Facebook – let’s call him “Bob” – expressed his disappointment that today’s Boobquake rallies didn’t cause an earthquake.
What about Taiwan? I asked. They had an earthquake. (Appropriately, it was a 6.9 magnitude quake.)
Taiwan is not in America, he responded.
But what if the power of the Boobquake movement is much greater than we first feared (or in Bob’s case, hoped)? What if it was a new form of global terrorism?
This chilling possibility gave me no choice but to do more research on the subject. I had so many questions. Could boobs really control tectonic plate movement? And why was Bob encouraging natural disasters on our own soil? After 4 hours of exhaustive Google research on every possible variant of “boobquake,” I finally discovered the truth.
I responded to Bob once more:
“Who said the boobquakes were locationally tied to cleavage? Your not giving these fem-terrorists enough credit, Bob. What’s next, whore-icanes?”
Women now have the power to terrorize and please men in equal measure. We are no match. And with that, I understood why Bob was conceding defeat to the terrorist threat. There was no way to stop them, so you may as well join them. We are now living in the Estro Generation. To display my submissive state before it was too late, I made a quick addendum to the wall post I sent Bob:
“I, for one, welcome our scantily clad female overlords.”












