Y’know, I’ve heard some of the old manosphere types seriously posit that women shit-test their men as part of their bitch psychology, and the best way for a man to handle it is to bitch slap them into the middle of next week, dominate them, and then bend them over a rail and pour the salami. They’re full a beans, of course… or are they? Maybe that’s what our girl Julia here needs?
Oh well. In sympathy to our downtrodden people of colour, some somber violin music can maybe set the mood for our sorrow.