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Showing posts with label selfish females. 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

Amazingly, neo-cons are lining up with the feminist hate movement (see Sarah Palin) to malign and denigrate all men and place them once again into some type of "All men are losers" category while at the same time grovel and praise the efforts of the privileged princesses for making demands on a sex they have deliberately colluded with feminists to destroy, denigrate and undermine in every possible way..

Bill Bennett appears to be one of those "women do nothing wrong" tunnel visioned enablers who neglects or does not bother to find the cause but is fine criticising the end result. A hypocrite of the worst kind whose attitude towards his own sex is so narrow minded that obviously any commentary by men on his shaming and blaming article is totally ignored as he automatically takes the endless whining of females as the gauge, the yardstick to measure the current situation that men face..

He fails to even consider the fact that the laws, both Judiciary and it's backup troops, the education system with it's automatic sexist preference for female teachers, the government and it's insistence that only women are worth supporting, plus throw in the main stream media who have no problem with naming and shaming an falsely accused male while hiding the name of the false female accuser, all combine to relegate men, however young, to a life of oppression and discrimination at the behest of male hating feminists and their mangina cohorts who for some unfathomable reason are quite happy stabbing their own sex in the back..

Back all that up with affirmative action, the need for universities to reject the majority of male students in order to fill their standard quota of government paid places for the privileged sex and you have the situation we have today. On top of all those benefits these selfish females receives there is not one single female out there who would even testify to that fact. Not one single female has ever come forward (to my knowledge) and said "We have enough, we don't need anymore" as that comment is just not posited in the female brain as their version of "enough" would only rear it's head when it's out cold, laying on the footpath with her skirt past it's arse. "Enough" would wait until next time, when she can do it all over again..

This is what we face and this is why men are just opting out. They have had enough of the bullshit and the non-action that political parties and presidents undertake to ensure their demise. So what will happen when this state of affair becomes prominent and standard behaviour. I have a feeling that while no one actually gives a shit about it and feminists keep heading down their male bashing path, we are going to find out..

More on this topic from the Spearhead..

Bill Bennett's original rant and have a look at the comments that he ignores..