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Showing posts with label selfish behaviour. Show all posts

But I am Perfect, cost millions..
I should really put this under the comedy heading but I will leave up to you to decide how true and honest this really is..
 I can't see this being a hit as it would actually demand that the American female to stop being herself and declaring to herself that the world does not orbit around her..

 It's a hard one but a good learner..

Why You're Not Married. 
I was, for some reason, born knowing how to get married. Growing up in foster care is a big part of it. The need for security made me look for very specific traits in the men I dated -- traits it turns out lead to marriage a surprisingly high percentage of the time. Without really trying to, I've become a sort of jailhouse lawyer of relationships -- someone who's had to do so much work on her own case that I can now help you with yours.But I won't lie. The problem is not men, it's you. Sure, there are lame men out there, but they're not really standing in your way. Because the fact is -- if whatever you're doing right now was going to get you married, you'd already have a ring on it. So without further ado, let's look at the top six reasons why you're not married. 
1. You're a Bitch.Here's what I mean by bitch. I mean you're angry. You probably don't think you're angry. You think you're super smart, or if you've been to a lot of therapy, that you're setting boundaries. But the truth is you're pissed. At your mom. At the military-industrial complex. At Sarah Palin. And it's scaring men off.The deal is: most men just want to marry someone who is nice to them. I am the mother of a 13-year-old boy, which is like living with the single-cell protozoa version of a husband. Here's what my son wants out of life: macaroni and cheese, a video game, and Kim Kardashian. Have you ever seen Kim Kardashian angry? I didn't think so. You've seen Kim Kardashian smile, wiggle, and make a sex tape. Female anger terrifies men. I know it seems unfair that you have to work around a man's fear and insecurity in order to get married -- but actually, it's perfect, since working around a man's fear and insecurity is big part of what you'll be doing as a wife. 
2. You're Shallow.When it comes to choosing a husband, only one thing really, truly matters: character. So it stands to reason that a man's character should be at the top of the list of things you are looking for, right? But if you're not married, I already know it isn't. Because if you were looking for a man of character, you would have found one by now. Men of character are, by definition, willing to commit.Instead, you are looking for someone tall. Or rich. Or someone who knows what an Eames chair is. Unfortunately, this is not the thinking of a wife. This is the thinking of a teenaged girl. And men of character do not want to marry teenaged girls. Because teenage girls are never happy. And they never feel like cooking, either. 
3. You're a Slut.Hooking up with some guy in a hot tub on a rooftop is fine for the ladies of Jersey Shore -- but they're not trying to get married. You are. Which means, unfortunately, that if you're having sex outside committed relationships, you will have to stop. Why? Because past a certain age, casual sex is like recreational heroin -- it doesn't stay recreational for long.That's due in part to this thing called oxytocin -- a bonding hormone that is released when a woman a) nurses her baby and B) has an orgasm -- that will totally mess up your casual-sex game. It's why you can be f**k-buddying with some dude who isn't even all that great and the next thing you know, you're totally strung out on him. And you have no idea how it happened. Oxytocin, that's how it happened. And since nature can't discriminate between marriage material and Charlie Sheen, you're going to have to start being way more selective than you are right now. 
4. You're a Liar. It usually goes something like this: you meet a guy who is cute and likes you, but he's not really available for a relationship. He has some condition that absolutely precludes his availability, like he's married, or he gets around town on a skateboard. Or maybe he just comes right out and says something cryptic and open to interpretation like, "I'm not really available for a relationship right now."You know if you tell him the truth -- that you're ready for marriage -- he will stop calling. Usually that day. And you don't want that. So you just tell him how perfect this is because you only want to have sex for fun! You love having fun sex! And you don't want to get in a relationship at all! You swear!About ten minutes later, the oxytocin kicks in. You start wanting more. But you don't tell him that. That's your secret -- just between you and 22,000 of your closest girlfriends. Instead, you hang around, having sex with him, waiting for him to figure out that he can't live without you. I have news: he will never "figure" this out. He already knows he can live without you just fine. And so do you. Or you wouldn't be lying to him in the first place. 
5. You're Selfish.If you're not married, chances are you think a lot about you. You think about your thighs, your outfits, your naso-labial folds. You think about your career, or if you don't have one, you think about doing yoga teacher training. Sometimes you think about how marrying a wealthy guy -- or at least a guy with a really, really good job -- would solve all your problems.
Howevs, a good wife, even a halfway decent one, does not spend most of her day thinking about herself. She has too much s**t to do, especially after having kids. This is why you see a lot of celebrity women getting husbands after they adopt. The kids put the woman on notice: Bitch, hello! It's not all about you anymore!After a year or two of thinking about someone other than herself, suddenly, Brad Pitt or Harrison Ford comes along and decides to significantly other her. Which is also to say -- if what you really want is a baby, go get you one. Your husband will be along shortly. Motherhood has a way of weeding out the lotharios. 
6. You're Not Good Enough.Oh, I don't think that. You do. I can tell because you're not looking for a partner who is your equal. No, you want someone better than you are: better looking, better family, better job.Here is what you need to know: You are enough right this minute. Period. Not understanding this is a major obstacle to getting married, since women who don't know their own worth make terrible wives. Why? You can fake it for a while, but ultimately you won't love your spouse any better than you love yourself. Smart men know this.I see this at my son's artsy, progressive school. Of 183 kids, maybe six have moms who are as cute as you're trying to be. They're attractive, sure. They're just not objects. Their husbands (wisely) chose them for their character, not their cup size. 
Alright, so that's the bad news. The good news is that I believe every woman who wants to can find a great partner. You're just going to need to get rid of the idea that marriage will make you happy. It won't. Once the initial high wears off, you'll just be you, except with twice as much laundry.Because ultimately, marriage is not about getting something -- it's about giving it. Strangely, men understand this more than we do. Probably because for them marriage involves sacrificing their most treasured possession -- a free-agent penis -- and for us, it's the culmination of a princess fantasy so universal, it built Disneyland.The bottom line is that marriage is just a long-term opportunity to practice loving someone even when they don't deserve it. Because most of the time, your messy, farting, macaroni-and-cheese eating man will not be doing what you want him to. But as you give him love anyway -- because you have made up your mind to transform yourself into a person who is practicing being kind, deep, virtuous, truthful, giving, and most of all, accepting of your own dear self -- you will find that you will experience the very thing you wanted all along:Love.Tracy McMillan


Bernard has his version on the truth as well..



Practising maybe, runners up perhaps ?..
The skanks are of the opinion they now have free licence to denigrate men and boys at will or whenever their stomped and trampled ego requires a jolt of "feel good", it's cuz I'm me..

I am sure that a few can relate to this article as mouthing off and complaining is apparently not restricted to these two skanks. It's more of an international past time..

A Tale Of Two Skanks

Written By Solaris
Let me start by saying that there is no point to this story. It contains no pithy advice or wise words. It's just something I wanted to write about for no other reason than my own wry amusement. Be warned if you read on though: it contains a lot of vulgarity.
A Rude Interruption
Friday afternoon. I'd just been to the doctor to get back a set of blood test results, and with nothing else urgent to do, I decided to stop and get myself some lunch at a nearby sandwich bar. I walked in the door and started staring uninterestedly at the menu above the counter. The chicken salad sandwich looked good...
As I started to order, the door swung open, and two of the loudest girls I've ever heard shoved their way through it. Their mouths were going at a mile a minute, and it was clear they were in the middle of a conversation.
"He's a fuckin' piece 'a shit. Why do ya bother with 'im?" sneered the first one.
"Fark off. You're just cut up about it is all", replied the second.
The first one laughed. "Fuck you ya slut!"
I turned around, ready to stare in disbelief that anybody would bring their fight off the street and into a sandwich bar of all places. It was clear at first glance however, that they were enjoying their raucous exchange, and didn't really give a damn who they disturbed. I rolled my eyes inwardly.
"Come on, let's get some shit to eat before he gets here" said the first as they walked towards the counter.
Both of the girls would have been about 17 or 18. The first one was blonde with very pale skin. She was wearing a pair of denim daisy dukes, with a see-through white, long-sleeved shirt it looked like she'd stolen from the men's department, and a tacky white bra underneath. I think I'll call her "Daisy" from now on. The second girl had redder skin and long black hair with a blonde-dyed fringe in front. She was wearing a skin-tight black and white striped "dress" that had a plunging neckline and stopped only slightly below her crotch. I'm going to call her Priscilla. Just because.
Walking Clichés
You decide !..
I have to admit, I stared. Then I did a double-take, trying to make sure that what I was seeing was real. The trashiness of the two girls in front of me was off the scale! The clothes the girls wore left so little to the imagination that I'm sure a bikini would have been more modest attire. These two girls were walking clichés - almost a grotesque caricature of what some 13-year-old boy might imagine porn stars dressed like on their days off.
I paid at the till and sat down to eat my sandwich quietly. The girls got their food and continued their inane chatter between mouthfuls. I tried my best not to pay too much attention, but their voices set my teeth on edge. I was tempted to go up to Priscilla and say, "Nice dress!" while wearing my best leer, but I reminded myself that I was here to have lunch and not to smack random skanks upside the head.
I was in the process of contemplating how much Priscilla had paid for her "dress" when a scruffy-looking young guy who would have been about 20 walked in the door. He wore torn jeans, and had tribal tattoos on his upper arms that just screamed "I'm an individual just like everybody else!" Let's call him Jeff shall we?
"Tha fuck 'ave you been?" sneered Daisy. I wondered why she didn't just wear that expression permanently - it would have saved her the trouble of pretending she felt anything other than contempt.
"Yeah, yeah," said Jeff dismissively as he sat down next to Priscilla and put his arm around her. He leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled away haughtily. He shrugged his shoulders and put his arms back on the table.
"You treat her like shit. Why tha fuck do you even show up?" Daisy said, clearly wanting to get in another dig. Jeff looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, and then started talking to Priscilla. Daisy glared at him for a bit and then gave up. I wanted to chuckle, but stifled it at the last second.
Man Hating
I'd really wanted to find the girls' behaviour outrageous and offensive, but the absurdity of the situation simply prevented it. It was too good a show to walk out on. Here were two girls whose heads were obviously filled with the most self-centred bilge imaginable, and who it could reasonably be surmised had never had a single introspective thought or moment in their entire lives, and yet they embodied the aspirations of the generation of girls brought up on Bratz dolls. I shook my head with wry amusement. The banality of their minds shone through every time one of them moved their lips.
As I sipped on the apple juice I'd bought to go with my sandwich, my thoughts moved on to other matters. I'd just about completely lost interest when something snapped my spine to attention.
"I fuckin' hate men. I hate 'em. Fuck every last one of 'em" spat Daisy.
I sat still in disbelief. Here we were, in a public place, and a girl of no more than 17 had just declared her hatred for all men in a very self-congratulatory fashion. No doubt, cheers of sisterly pride are rising from the throats of some of the women reading this.
"So don't date one, jeez", replied Priscilla's boyfriend, with obvious irritation. "Nothing's stopping you from finding some chick to screw".
"We should just kill all of 'em. Fuck mem", continued Daisy as if she hadn't heard him.
A half-dozen retorts flashed through my mind, but I left them unsaid. What was I going to gain by going head-to-head with a pair of history's worst skanks? Daisy wanted to get into Priscilla's pants pretty badly - that much was clear. Jeff was in her way of course, and he either didn't know or didn't care. I figured I was better off leaving them to their collective misery, so I finished up my drink and left without waiting to hear more.
I'm pretty sure Jeff got laid that night.
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"The girl says 'Oh uh-uh, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Just because I'm dressed this way does not make me a whore!' Which is true. Gentlemen, that is true. All right, ladies, fine. You are not a whore. But you are wearing a whore's uniform." -- Dave Chappelle

The generation of young women drowning in debt

I had to check my "Do I Give A Shit" meter when I finished reading this bit of non-startling news and it just did not register anything. Not unusual though as it is a feisty contraption, prone to analysing and probing reality where occasionally none can be found. It probably realised that the privileged princesses were more prone to suck off those plentiful government jobs created just to allow them to pay off their excessive credit card expenditure. A function that was usually left to the men as they tried to curb that manic behaviour of their spouses with little or no success. But, leave them on their own, give them an income and watch the credit rates increase while pursuing that Gucci handbag that they just had to have or those 5 inch high heels that made them "feel" sexy was not ridiculous at $ 400 as they were definitely worth it, in their opinion..

The good thing is that the country can continue to print money at whatever volume they want and bugger the inflation rate. That is not their problem now..

But moan and whine they will as they once again prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that a woman out of control is precisely that..

The generation of young women drowning in debt as figures show insolvencies among under 35s soar

What does one say about the inevitable. All of you guys who have been associated with the opposite sex, either married, relationship or held one prisoner, would know precisely what I am talking about. Try and curb their spending habits and you have one major battle on your hands. It is as guaranteed as the sun rising tomorrow as unrelenting as her suffering from PMS this month..
Half of Britons being plunged into insolvency are women, the highest proportion since records began, a report revealed yesterday.It predicts official figures, which will be published tomorrow, will show women account for nearly 50 per cent of all insolvencies in England and Wales for the first time in history.Experts say they fear it is proof that women have paid the biggest price for the recession, with hundreds of thousands losing their jobs. 
More than one million women in Britain are unemployed, with numbers growing by around 500 a day, amid warnings of worse to come.Many women who do have a job are frustrated because they have been forced into part-time work, which is typically badly paid.Women also account for around two-thirds of the State workforce, which means they have been more affected by the Government’s cull of the public sector.The report, from accountancy firm RSM Tenon, predicts tomorrow’s figures will show women make up a record 49.2 per cent of all insolvencies. Insolvencies include bankruptcies, individual voluntary arrangements and a new type of insolvency called a debt relief order.
Watch how the feminists and their enablers try to pass the buck and make some spurious claim that somehow it must be someone else's fault as to why these spendthrifts are going down. It must be the government's fault or the taxpayer is just not paying enough to the princesses to enable them to work in their overpaid positions. There is obviously something wrong with society when woman cannot blow everything she has on trivialities. It's just so unfair..

 Oh, the good old days when denying money to those privileged princesses, just meant a simple NO and she could not claim verbal abuse/assualt/feeling damage or had grounds to divorce you for having that termirity. Those days are gone as we witness the inevitable decline of a sex who blossomed when she was held accountable but instead has turned into a Harridan or Medusa..

Regardless of the headlines and one part they intentionally and continually miss is the fact that regardless of the amount of females out of work, there are always more men out of work but that does not require any headline as no one really gives a shit. It is standardised acceptance, but anything that aplies to the princesses is ofcouse front page news. Detect any sexism or bias there, Anyone ?