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Monday, November 20, 2006

Piggybacking on the mythical My review of the reading last night, even though all the poets were great, left me with one overriding observation.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

In which many words are emphasized via italics. So I'm becoming more resigned to the fact that insipid, lisping girls whose fathers are in positions of power will probably have more resources and opportunities now than I ever will, which is aggravating and unfair and the way of the world, but I have a great head of hair and naturally beautiful teeth and a brain, so I shouldn't complain.
I've assignments that are eating me up, inside-out. I go to bed thinking about them, I wake up and they're the first thing on my mind! They're is taking over my life! I kind of like it! Sort of!
The thing is that I have to find an interesting story for my photojournalism class and, you know, take pictures. And I do live in one of the most interesting cities in the country, but still, that is part of the problem.
Also, I want to do something brilliant for my English honors thesis, something brilliant and different and interesting both to do and to read/see/hear. However, I want it to be conceptual art because I cannot pick a topic, and it will be creative and not critical analysis, damn you all! I want it to be something, you know!
Commit! Commit or quit!
I'm one of fourteen paradelles, a made-up form that took on a life of its own. Maybe I stand a chance at this, maybe I am destined for something more than a lifetime of being somebody's paper-pusher or slogan-writer or just-a-wife. Commit! Hit it and quit!

Monday, September 11, 2006

The Problem With Guys Men Are Hard To Please -- another rummage through my email.
Sorry, I don't make it a point at all to please them. The phrase "Men Are hard To Please" was the original heading of the article. It should be changed to guys, or boys, not men, since any "man" who exhibits any one of the below (and the like) isn't what I'd like to consider a "man", or more specifically, a "gentleman".
I can testify as a first hand "victim" to every single one of these statements..Except that I've never tried to shag a guy. Heh
If you TREAT him nicely, he says you are IN LOVE with him;If you don't, he says you are PROUD.
If you DRESS nicely, he says you are trying to LURE him;If you don't, he says you're a country bumpkin.
If you ARGUE with him, he says you are STUBBORN;If you keep QUIET, he says you have no BRAINS.
If you are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE;If he's smarter than you, he is GREAT.
If you don't LOVE him, he tries to POSSESS you;If you love him, he will try to LEAVE you.
If you don't shag him (and let him have a grope or two), he says you DON'T love him;If you do he says you are CHEAP.
If you tell him your PROBLEM, he says you are TROUBLESOME;If you don't, he says that you don't TRUST him.
If you SCOLD him, you are like a NANNY to him;If he SCOLDS you, it is because he CARES for you.
If you BREAK your PROMISE, you cannot be TRUSTED;If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.
If you SMOKE, you're a BAD girl;If he SMOKES, he is a GENTLEMAN.
If you do well in your exams, he says it's LUCK;If he does well, it's BRAINS.
If you HURT him, you are CRUEL;If he HURTS you, you are too SENSITIVE and sooo hard to please.
If you send this to guys, they will swear that it's not true;But if you don't, they'll say you are SELFISH.
Boy. That smacked of male chauvinism and sexism.Someone commented there is a female version. Can't wait to see that! :DI don't know why I seem to attract the Shitty Blokes, even though I keep my distance from them. A few people have commented on it.And yes, the Shitty Blokes hardly gave me much credit for being...a human being.To arrive at another separate but not wholly unrelated issue, it was all them, them, them. Taking and not giving. Pulling and pushing. Hemming and hawing. Being all wishy-washy. Trying to profit at my expense. Swearing on their mothers' lives that "I really respect you".The problem was, they really thought they did!Damn it makes me laugh! It also makes me want to retch.The Shitty Blokes are all archetypes of the equivalent of rednecks and perverts.All carbon copies of each other. It's creepy. It's just like mass mass (yes, mass mass) production.
If I seem to be exhibiting a whiff of certain manifestations of the Cinderella Syndrome, pardon me. I've had more than enough marauding barbarians futilely attempting to invade my life as it is. Oh yes, I'm the great defender.Needless to say, with such sub-standard specimens of males who keep flocking to me, I can hardly delude myself, can I? Heh
I don't know any other female who literally opens and holds open doors for males like at least once every day just because if I don't, I know the stupid arses will unknowingly slam the doors right into my face. And that did happen. Alot. I mean, I'm not obligated to stand like 5 feet away from them, wait for the doors to slam shut, then make my entrance/exit. I bloody hell go in and out as I please.I also let guys to go through doors, get into elevators and get up the stairs first, because they insist on squeezing in before me.
It has come to a point where I'm starting to feel eeriely gallant and chivalrous.I'm not saying males shouldopen doors etc for females. All I'm saying that the boys here can be real inconsiderate assholes (like in any other country, I suppose. Perhaps the Shitty Blokes Density is greater here. Or perhaps they just don't appeal to me like they do to others). They fling open the doors like some cowboy prior to an in-house saloon shootout and wham!
Or is is just my (bad) karma?
Ah..no, laddies. Chivalry ain't dead, not when I'm still around.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, every broad and her sister should feel free to let loose any time they please.