Heather
It's simple, really. I cannot stand women who expect everything to be
done for them, parade around as if they are some kind of queen and then feign
offense at anyone who tells them to get off their asses and do it themselves,
regardless of whatever the task is.
I also cannot stand it when people patronize me with such absurdities as
the limp-wristed "finger shake" (if you are going to shake my hand, shake my
hand! I am not the pope and you aren't kissing my goddamn ring), or
thinking that I am incapable of going to the bathroom by myself, and therefore
must have an enterouge. I am going there to do my business; I do not care who
likes who, who hates who, who is screwing who, and who is doing it behind who's
back. I find feminine hygiene ads revolting, and I don't carry a
purse...(Payless Shoe Ad - "The purse that can hold everything, and the one that
holds nothing but attitude!" I can hold my own attitude, thank you very
much.)
I am not subservient, I do not deign to male "authority" (or their
perception thereof), and I detest any religion that tells me that because I was
not born with a penis, I must submit to the one who was (nope...don't think
so).
I hate chick flicks with a passion, and find them highly annoying.
Take the movie "You Got Mail"; I was dragged to it by a friend, and I spent the
entire time rubbing my head and silently wishing death to Meg Ryan's
character. At the end, when the great love connection is finally revealed,
and she looks at Tom Hanks and says, "I knew it was you!", I was like, why
didn't you just say it at the beginning so I didn't have to be painfully
tortured for the last hour and a fucking half?! (If the Bush Whitehouse
really wants to thwart terrorism, they should just air chick flicks
continually. The terrorists would run screaming for their
caves.)
Don't even get me started on Disney...same old same old. The helpless
princess has to wait for the handsome prince to come rescue her. Give me a
baseball bat or a thick tree limb, and I can damn well rescue myself, thank you
very much. Furthermore, I hated "Finding Nemo". Detested it. I liked
the sharks better when they simply thought fish were food.
So that's it. I think I can qualify as a Heartless Bitch.
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