Katherine
"I'm a Heartless Bitch because..."
I'm a college social work professor who is sick to death of trying to de-program the yearly flock's vapid little bimbos who admit, unabashedly, that they're only in school to bag themselves a husband. Who cares about bettering oneself when the equally vapid male bimbos in the law-enforcement program are located on the same campus?
Yeah... we've sure come a long way, baby....
I'm sick and tired of needing to explain to these simpering little twits just WHY they should strive to develop some degree of substance in their lives. I'm tired of being surrounded by people who don't care about anything but the labels, cars and looks. I'm sick of trying to teach these brain-dead morons that life is a hell of a lot more fulfilling when one actually uses one's brains to think about the world in which they live. It's a pointless lesson when most of them that the pinnacle of success equals 6-packs, ripped bods, big houses and huge tits.
I'd like to know just what the hell we women have been fighting for, through all these decades, even centuries. Equality? Yeah, sure. Now both sexes are equally shallow and superficial. Grrrreat.
These folks actually think that aesthetics will get them everywhere in life and will happily sell their bodies, souls, dignity and self-respect for a good-looking husband (or trophy wife) take care of it all for them.
I'm equally sick of my peers -- male and female -- who claim to be more enlightened that that, then proceed to bore me with hours of mindless chatter about wedding plans, interior decorating and oh yes, MORE wedding plans. Apparently, life is one giant fucking magazine spread. In the battle between substance and style, it would seem that substance is losing the fight.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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