USA!

Yeah, like livestock! Or a small child! What a time to be alive!

Maybe not the most manipulative, but it’s the first thing to come to mind…

When I was 21 years old, I was dating a delightful lush who was 19 and it was a bummer that we couldn’t go out drinking together. So, I found a marriage certificate online, put our names on it and printed it out, then copied it. We also went to a department store and spent $20 on a convincing cubic zirconia ring. We pretended to be married because my state’s antiquated laws consider wives to be property of husbands in this regard, so voilà! We could now go out drinking together! And boy did we, haha.

That’s kinda genius ngl

With a splash of “that’s not a knife… THIS is a knife”

There’s something inherently satisfying about the oppressed/harassed/accosted person who whips out a bigger stick and shuts that shit down.