Lefty said:
Ashley,
I have not yet had the pleasure but your pics are so striking I had to CC you to me "Beautiful Eyes" thread.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
This is the major hit I got when I googled "blue-eyed black haired women". There's much more than I have posted but some of it is way funny
Country music today. It used to be about cheatin' hearts, jail, railroads, bad men and women, tough lives, etc. Now every single song is a sappy, drippy suburban balad about abused children, angels in heaven, men who love their wives, firemen rescuing babies, the american flag, and brave soldiers serving their country. Puke, give me perfidy, booze and jail any day!
Women who are proud of their inability to change a tire.
Men who are proud they can't cook when they just never bothered to learn.
Women who make six figures and still need to "ask permission from their husbands" before they buy any clothes.
Those "Baby girl" T-shirts. If you can't crawl out of it, you're too old to be called baby.
Men who blame all society's ills on working mothers and then sneer at their wives for "sitting around all day" and "being a sponge." Hello? Your kid is a little punk because he sees Daddy treat Mommy like an asswipe. YOU taught him that behavior. NOT his teacher who puts her kids in daycare.
People who ask me when I'm going to have my "real wedding." My husband and I both signed the certificate. We were married by clergy. We even had a party for 50 people. I guess it's only legal if you put on a tiara and play princess for a day. Barf!
Women who think that wearing black makes them intelligent. Get over your fucking clothes and read something!
People who tell me I don't need to excersize because I'm not fat.
"She's emotional, she just needs to be laid." Sorry? What happened to modern medical science? Logic is not caused by "male essence." Women really don't need a regular dose of sperm to keep them from going off the deep end.
The movie Legally Blonde. An embarassingly formulaic Hollywood fluff piece disguised as a (compromising, softcore, unchallenging) women's lib film. Stuff like this is a stain on actual, progressive empowerment film.
Alanis Morisette. What, exactly, is empowering about a woman who sings songs written by a (male) producer? She is a marketing tool, same as Britney Spears, just aimed at a different (though equally lucrative) market.
People who wear those "I (heart) nerds" t-shirts. You are liars, every single one of you. You only "(heart)" those nerds who have made it fashionable -- emo poseurs in Converse shoes, mostly. You turn your nose up when the math nerd or computer hobbyist comes calling, same as everyone else. (Not that I'm bitter.)
Men who are pro-life. White people who are anti-affirmative action. Folks, you know not what you speak of. And why should it be your decision in the first fuckin' place?
Folks who must be dating someone, at all times. Are you really so uncomfortable with yourself that you must have someone else to cling to and think about at all times?
Cell phones with games in them. Cars with DVD players and televisions in the headrests. Anything, really, that encourages children to seek an instant gratification lifestyle, as if we were not already too much of a push-button society. I took road trips with my family every year when I was a kid, and each trip took 10 to 12 hours, and I had NOTHING to entertain me on those trips save the company of my family. And I think I turned out all right.
Women who assume I am gay because I do not devolve into a mouth-breathing stereotypical male when they bat their eyelashes at me. Take it from a living, breathing human: some (actually, most) people have restraint and class. This is not a world of caricatured people, no matter what Cosmo tells you.
Guys who think that because I go to a bar, and like to drink (and damn well can hold my liquor) that I'm obviously some whore party girl looking for someone to take me home with them. I am always with my friends, having some laughs, and some idiot will decide to completely ignore the fact that I haven't even looked at him once and try and convince me it's my "lucky night." Actually, fool, it's your lucky night if I don't knock you off your barstool. If I was interested, I'd let you know. And bonus hatred for anyone I do manage to have actual intellectual conversation with who thinks that after five minutes, talking is enough and he has the right to try and stroke my thigh or grab my breast. I don't think so.
Men who feel the need to harrass you on the street. I doubt he'd let any guy get away with talking to his sister, mother, or daughter that way, so why should I be treated any differently? I know I've got "nice hooters" asshole, and the only reason you yell it out must be that you know you'd never get close enough to me whisper it.
On a similar note, guys who ask if I've had a boob job. Who the hell asks that?
Men and women who think it weird that I find male/male action incredibly hot. Of course the men love the lesbian stuff. But more than one penis? Heavens!
