More misogyny, lookism, and some Kung Fu
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la_belle_laideLook at these stupid bitches.
SO AFRAID of women they just stand around in their circle jerk, patting each other on the back for their misogynist comments and sucking each other's poles afterwards. Yes, they are making me angry, and yes my rage is spilling everywhere so that I can't even argue anymore, just insult them. But also, they deserve the insults, because they are, in fact, turdmunching asshats, knuckle-dragging, ape-draped, chest-beating morons. When I told that Neil guy to kill himself, I meant it. He is screwing up his daughters in the worst way, "training" them that their primary job is to please and be subservient to men. They will never ask him to pay for therapy, because once they realize how much he has messed them up, they will want nothing to do with him. I feel so sorry for them, though. Those poor little girls.
Part of me wishes that I could sic Ginmar on them, but then again, Ginmar has been so undone by her own rage that she's incoherent and just screams nonsense anymore. That's what I hope I don't become, but these bitches are pushing me closer to it. And that, in turn, makes me mad. Please don't let me turn into Ginmar. Please let me make sense when I'm angry.
I love how their argument goes back to, "Well, that's why you're single, because you're a feminist bitch." No, I'm single because I made the choice to be single. Then comes "That's because you hate men."
Men, to me, are like ice cream. I love ice cream. I would love to have ice cream all the time. I'd eat it every night if I could. But I can survive without it if I have to. And I have so much else going on right now to be getting into relatsionships and drama and dating and all of that nonsense. I like my life the way it is. Tell that to one of these guys, and I think it gets them frothing. "WHAT?! How can she not NEED us?! She has obviously been raised wrong!"
Anyway, on another note, today was (is) the 30 Seconds to Mars show at CBGBs, and I am not at it because I was deemed by MTV2 not cute enough or young enough to get in. Whatever, I totally was not put on this planet to decorate it, but sometimes I really do curse my looks, if only because sometimes you do need them. Okay, maybe not NEED them, but they would come in handy to have. I'd be seeing my favorite band perform right now. Part of me thinks that if I'd known they were going to be judging our pictures, I'd have sent in someone else's. A bigger part of me thinks, "Eff them, who needs to be on their crappy TV show anyway?"
The picture I sent in was this one:
No, it's not a good picture, but it is exactly what I look like (although the lighting made my eyes look brown. Not that it matters too much.)
Honestly, I can't help but feel a little silly over the whole thing. Too unattractive to get in to a concert? That's just so high school, you know? That's not supposed to happen to adults. I really did wonder why they required a photograph, but it really didn't occur to me that it would be to see if you were pretty enough to be on TV. I'm kind of out of the loop on this MTV stuff, you know?
By the way, Kung Fu last night was awesome. Sifu was back for a visit after his surgery, but Chris C. still led the class. After class we had a long talk about his teaching, his position in the school, the school in general. This stuff is so complicated; I wish I could offer some insight to the people who need it, but all I can usually do is nod and try to be understanding. I think he's a fabulous teacher, though. He offered to help Lee and I whenever and however he could, for no other reason than he wants to make a difference to Kung Fu students; that is his dream. A fine dream, says I.
Please let me always have Kung Fu and Hula!
Tonight Kim is coming over for our usual pizza / movie / chat night. We're watching Syriana, which I've wanted to see forever.
Wait till I tell Kim about these terrified-of-women bitches on the Kung Fu forum. She's going to flip her crap just like I did.
SO AFRAID of women they just stand around in their circle jerk, patting each other on the back for their misogynist comments and sucking each other's poles afterwards. Yes, they are making me angry, and yes my rage is spilling everywhere so that I can't even argue anymore, just insult them. But also, they deserve the insults, because they are, in fact, turdmunching asshats, knuckle-dragging, ape-draped, chest-beating morons. When I told that Neil guy to kill himself, I meant it. He is screwing up his daughters in the worst way, "training" them that their primary job is to please and be subservient to men. They will never ask him to pay for therapy, because once they realize how much he has messed them up, they will want nothing to do with him. I feel so sorry for them, though. Those poor little girls.
Part of me wishes that I could sic Ginmar on them, but then again, Ginmar has been so undone by her own rage that she's incoherent and just screams nonsense anymore. That's what I hope I don't become, but these bitches are pushing me closer to it. And that, in turn, makes me mad. Please don't let me turn into Ginmar. Please let me make sense when I'm angry.
I love how their argument goes back to, "Well, that's why you're single, because you're a feminist bitch." No, I'm single because I made the choice to be single. Then comes "That's because you hate men."
Men, to me, are like ice cream. I love ice cream. I would love to have ice cream all the time. I'd eat it every night if I could. But I can survive without it if I have to. And I have so much else going on right now to be getting into relatsionships and drama and dating and all of that nonsense. I like my life the way it is. Tell that to one of these guys, and I think it gets them frothing. "WHAT?! How can she not NEED us?! She has obviously been raised wrong!"
Anyway, on another note, today was (is) the 30 Seconds to Mars show at CBGBs, and I am not at it because I was deemed by MTV2 not cute enough or young enough to get in. Whatever, I totally was not put on this planet to decorate it, but sometimes I really do curse my looks, if only because sometimes you do need them. Okay, maybe not NEED them, but they would come in handy to have. I'd be seeing my favorite band perform right now. Part of me thinks that if I'd known they were going to be judging our pictures, I'd have sent in someone else's. A bigger part of me thinks, "Eff them, who needs to be on their crappy TV show anyway?"
The picture I sent in was this one:
No, it's not a good picture, but it is exactly what I look like (although the lighting made my eyes look brown. Not that it matters too much.)
Honestly, I can't help but feel a little silly over the whole thing. Too unattractive to get in to a concert? That's just so high school, you know? That's not supposed to happen to adults. I really did wonder why they required a photograph, but it really didn't occur to me that it would be to see if you were pretty enough to be on TV. I'm kind of out of the loop on this MTV stuff, you know?
By the way, Kung Fu last night was awesome. Sifu was back for a visit after his surgery, but Chris C. still led the class. After class we had a long talk about his teaching, his position in the school, the school in general. This stuff is so complicated; I wish I could offer some insight to the people who need it, but all I can usually do is nod and try to be understanding. I think he's a fabulous teacher, though. He offered to help Lee and I whenever and however he could, for no other reason than he wants to make a difference to Kung Fu students; that is his dream. A fine dream, says I.
Please let me always have Kung Fu and Hula!
Tonight Kim is coming over for our usual pizza / movie / chat night. We're watching Syriana, which I've wanted to see forever.
Wait till I tell Kim about these terrified-of-women bitches on the Kung Fu forum. She's going to flip her crap just like I did.
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Date: 2006-07-07 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-07 02:53 am (UTC)Chief Fox was on the money right at the beginning: Neil is a dork. And I notice that several people call him on his crap earlier in the thread. Perhaps they've abandoned the thread out of disgust?
(Keeps reading.)
And my gods, you didn't even mention Eddie. Thinking that 30-year-old women are damaged goods? (His profile says he's 30 himself. Hee!)
Aaaaand I just got to page 9. Woo hoo! (Starts singing, an octave low: "I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of...?")
And now that I've finished... these idiots are not worth your anger. Or mine, and believe me, I've repeated that a few times to myself already. I've talked myself down from anger to pity, actually.
If I may wax poetic for a moment? Neil is a badly wounded dog who really ought to stop chewing his stitches open, and can't. The local bitches (sorry) won't have anything to do with him because he's bleeding, and smells a little gangrenous. He resents them, and he deals with it by chewing at his wounds.
Seriously, he's chosen his own end. He's chosen to hold a grudge until it eats him alive.
(And if I may say so, that's not one of your better photos. You're too close to the camera, for one thing.)
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Date: 2006-07-07 03:59 am (UTC)(And if I may say so, that's not one of your better photos. You're too close to the camera, for one thing.)
I know; that's what I get for trying to be honest and figuring, "Please, what's it going to matter?" I do usually try to be photographed as far as possible away from the camera.
But now, screw them, too. They can bite me.
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Date: 2006-07-11 08:09 pm (UTC)>Please don't let me turn into Ginmar. Please let me make sense when I'm angry.