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This could well have been written by myself, but I decided on a second opinion instead..

Nothing fares better than presenting the bleeding obvious as about now, lies are more required and truth ignored. Who do we have to thank again for this, I wonder..

The permanently aggrieved have indeed been waxing lyrical on Grievance Central, Twitter, about the unthinkable possibility of the BBC actually producing a list of "10 "Women's" Faces of the Year" and (gasp) one was a Panda Bear, a Panda, they are supposed to be struggling for survival as it is and yet they make them a target. It's unthinkable. There were obviously no one around to gloat over..

No female, who by the power of Political Correctness via copious employment favoritism, not one who was elevated to the top on their own sheer ability except via positive discrimination laws that demands only women be promoted. No representative from another government department that decided appointing a female as it's CEO without experience, ability or track record, failed to appear as well..

I can now understand why it's hard living up to the standard of being a bitch when you are already one. They must be of the opinion that pretending to be a faux bitch, does not count...

Anyway, further bitchery proof coming..

How Many Female Pandas Does it Take to Screw in a Lightbulb?

by Kathy Shaidle
Rounding out the Faces of the Year: a chubby singer who turned getting dumped by her boyfriend into a lucrative career; a bride (who became a princess); Michele Bachmann; another bride (who also became a princess); the president of Brazil; yet another bride (who was already a duchess); and the Marine who invited Justin Timberlake to the ball. Oh, and some Chinese tennis player. In other words, a coven of romcom or political-thriller characters in the flesh. Life imitating middlebrow trash. Couldn’t the BBC come up with even a dozen names without including any victims or consorts? And why, come to think of it, did the BBC’s “Sports Personality of the Year” list not include a single woman? Hmmmm?? 
Predictably—these are women we’re talking about—all this bitchery circled the real issue instead of confronting it. That’s because women don’t complain because they’re looking for an answer. They complain for the sake of complaining, and receiving a sensible, solution-based response takes all the fun out of that. 
The sensible and therefore unpopular response to “#pandagate” is that most women long to be princess brides, a minuscule number of them get their wish, and the rest don’t do anything to deserve a spot on “Faces of the Year” lists. That’s because women tend to be lazy or stupid or both.
(Actually, the first sensible response to “#pandagate” would be to shoot the tiresome “-gate” suffix in the head and leave it to rot in a culvert, then replace it with the infinitely superior “-quiddick.”)
As one of my fellow females puts it, “If women ran the world, mankind would still be living in caves, albeit with really, really fancy curtains.”
Women don’t cure diseases, they just design new colored ribbons.
Anyone who’s worked in a modern office knows that the feminization of the workplace has decreased productivity and rendered men bitterly resentful and/or borderline gay. Women whose “careers” amount to pushing little pieces of paper from one cubicle to the next wearily sigh ad nauseam about their need for “a break,” usually in the form of yet another office birthday or engagement party or baby shower. At every “real” job I’ve held, the women around me—be they Sex and the City clones or Roman Catholic nuns—have talked for hours every day about what they’d had (or hadn’t) for breakfast, what they planned to have for lunch, what they wound up having for lunch instead, and what they were having for dinner. I would have preferred one of those “hostile work environments” in which, legend has it, obnoxious male employees crack innuendos nonstop. Alas, there was no procedure in place for me to file complaints against “culinary harassment.”
So ladies, don’t blame the BBC for your inability to knock a zoo animal out of last spot on some year-end list. “Sweetie” eats nothing but grass yet gets fatter and fatter, thinks sex is a chore, and does nothing to earn its own keep, unless “looking adorable” counts. I can’t think of a better addition to any tally of notable modern females.