My point was more that we ladies need to raise our frustration tolerance, a bit.
A tad.
A smidge.
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Literally me, 15 minutes after trying and failing to do anything techy.
It's like, okay, set a timer. At least, try for 20 minutes, before resorting to pouting, crying and declaring that you're stupid and that life isn't fair and that boys are better at this stuff.
I need this pep talk, right now. 😅
Next up: Try to open the pickle jar, all on your own, sweety. And no crying! There is no crying in pickle jars!
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