I had a well thought out post planned. No, really, I did. But my head hurts from this fucking cold. And I’m so pissed and annoyed right now it’s hard to be coherent.
I should save this post for tomorrow and have an official FOADT post. But, I’m annoyed by actual PEOPLE, rather than groups of people or objects. And I’m too prone to guilt to tell a specific person to fuck off and die. Because they will, eventually, and then I’ll feel bad. Fucking guilt producing ovaries.
Anyway - where was I?
Ah yes, what’s pissing me off lately.
Two things:
1) Men who can’t figure out the fine line between always letting a woman fend for her fucking self and turning into a controlling, egotistical, women are stupid and useless and the pretty ones need to be pampered.
2) The women who propagate this behavior by being either complete femininazi bitches, or complete waste of space, nothing to offer but a hot ass and blank stare bimbos.
First the… er… first. I love my husband. Honestly, I do. He is absolutely one of the Good Guys. But the man does not have a chivalrous bone in his fucking body. Seriously. He has zero instinct to “take care” of me in the little ways.
Don’t get me wrong - he definitely is compelled to provide for us, in the monetary sense. And that is no small thing - as anyone who has ever known a deadbeat dad/husband can attest to.
But it’s the little things I like to bitch about. Like the fact that he leaves my car on E. Below E even. In sub zero weather. Or the fact that it would never occur to him to “defend my honor” in a bar. Or at, let’s say, a wrestling meet.
And do you know WHY he doesn’t “take care of me” in the little ways? Anyone? Anyone? Because he figures that I can, as he says, “fend for myself”.
No shit. Of course I can fend for myself. Left alone in the middle of anywhere I obviously am not going to curl up in the fetal position and cry myself into oblivion. Of course I can survive, thrive even, in damn near any situation using only my God given wits and abilities. I hope to God most of us could.
But that is soooo NOT the point. Just because I can doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice to be babied a bit. Cared for. Protected even, once in a while.
Which brings me to the other extreme. Men who think that because I have a vagina, I NEED to be taken care of. But not in that chivalrous, gentlemanly, open a door for you way.
No. In that have to have every fucking opinion evaluated way. In that mistrust everything that comes out of my mouth because oh Dear God my ovaries may have influenced that thought… kind of way.
See these? They are boobs. Although they may make YOU an idiot from time to time - they don’t have the same fucking effect on me. M’kay?
I may, from time to time, have an idea that is different than yours. It doesn’t make it wrong by default. In fact, you’d be fucking LUCKY to have my input and perspective on a few things… if only you’d be able to check your ego long enough to see that. I have had quite a few successes in my life before I came across YOUR path. Men much smarter and wealthier than you have asked for and respected my opinion.
And because this post isn’t quite long enough to qualify as a novella just yet, let’s go ahead and touch on point two. Shall we?
You. You women who give women a bad name. You’re not just stupid with a pretty face. You’re worse. Because you’re just smart enough to have honed your craft of getting by on your looks. The only people in the world who matter to you are those with penises - because those are the ones you can manipulate.
You use your fake ass laugh. You use your condescending smile. You use it all, right down to the little finger you crook. You use it to get out of the rules and responsibility that the rest of us must live by. You use it to disguise your methods.
You use. Period. And you do it all with an innocent smile.
Be forewarned. That crap might work on all the men in your life. But women? Smart women? Capable women who pride ourselves on getting by on more than cleavage?
We see you. We see right through your shit. And the moment YOUR crap starts to affect OUR lives?
It. is. on.
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We are women, sometimes you may hear us ROAR.
Really Brittski, next time don’t beat around the bush, just let it out.
(ducking under my desk as I type)
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Some um seriously who pissed in your cheerios this morning???:shock:
I’ll tell you this I am one of those women at times. Like when I had a flat tire, I damn well know how to change it, but I didn’t want to get dirty and mess up my nails, so I undid a button and batted my eyes, does that make me evil? or smart?:lol:
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Explain to me why it is that all a man has to do is see you stand up for yourself once and handle the situation well and from that moment on, “You can fend for yourself” hmmmm?
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Wicked H: I know, I’m such a bitch this morning!
debkitty: TOTALLY different. I am one of those women at times too - like how YOU described it.
But I also know I’ve got more goin’ on then just cleavage. And at work? I use my fucking HEAD when needed.
AmyD: Honey, if you ever figure that out… please GOD let me know.
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I think I’m able to strike a nice balance. I can detect when my wife needs to be taken care of, and when she wants me to stay the fuck out of her way.
And your boobs would make me do stupid things if only you’d show them to me!
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Avi: Shit, I was actually going to say…
“all men except for Avi and Joefish”
because both of you seem to have it figured out.
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That’s okay. I forgive you.
This time.
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You can’t see me, but right now I’m giving you my best blank bimbo stare.
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“See these? They are boobs. Although they may make YOU an idiot from time to time - they don’t have the same fucking effect on me.”
That was pretty hilarious, my friend. Maggie got me the Brook’s Brother’s book “How to be a gentleman.” It ROCKS.
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“See these? They are boobs. Although they may make YOU an idiot from time to time - they don’t have the same fucking effect on me.”
I would SO buy THAT shirt!!!!
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That kind of crap never worked on me when women tried it. I’ll try to help people when I can, but I also have expectations of people both helping themself, and asking when they need help. Reading minds is not my specialty. On the other hand, my wife and I seem to accommodate each other pretty well, and we both tend to never leave the gas tank empty on the other one. But we’ve had 991 years of practice.
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Hey Miss Britt….I am catching up on all that I have missed, I just moved and have no internet right now
(I am doing my catching up at work, I mean on my break, yea, my break) and haven’t had it in over a week **gasp** I am so lost! I don’t have cable either, I have a cable connection to the internet…anyways, point is…yesterday my husband knew I had to go across town and back again (about an hour’s worth of driving) all before work and guess how much gas he left me? NONE!! WTF?? I didn’t give myself enough time to stop for gas before work and uggg! AND…During our move, he broke my coffee pot in the driveway and glass is everywhere, that was three days ago, guess where the glass STILL is??? I too call it a death trap!! LOL…still loving you blog!!
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