
Ok now that i've bitched about me, lets bitch about other women, shall we?
So you know, there are all these chicks blogging, yea? They're all out there, writing shit about themselves, treating this like a regular ole' public diary (kinda like mine) cause the whole world wants to read that they waxed their legs today, and some random man is so smitten by their charms and the fact that its a revolution that they switched from the MAC foundation to Dior cause that satin finish is just SUCH a killer, dah-ling! Blablabla....Right, that’s fine, u know. I don’t mind THOSE kinda chicks. I AM though beginning to develop a bit of an issue with the exhibitionists. The girls who talk about sex, orgasms, masturbation, blowjobs, cum, penises, pussy, breasts, AND put up their pictures (they take 1000s upon 1000s on their cams, and religiously spend hrs selecting the ones that dont have them squinting like a dork).... every single day, AND all in one bloody entry. Don't say i'm a hypocrite, cause i already said that, you numbskull. I sometimes talk about a lot of those things too. AMONGST OTHER THINGS. This just seems like a kind of 'i want attention' flag. This is like 'oh look, i am an emancipated woman, i'm SO cool that i can talk about my pubic hair, and multiple orgasms and how often i masturbate and how good it is'.
They remind me of this one chick who....when we were all chilling at someones place.... and she starts talking about how its been ages since she's 'played with herself' and randomly also throws in how good she's feeling cause she got her pussy waxed that afternoon. Now all that IN CONTEXT is fine, but breaking a silence with how long its been since you masturbated is a bit off. To me. It's a bit...i don’t know...desperate, maybe? It seemed like she wanted one of the guys there to say (deep voice) "hey baby, why do you need to play with yourself when i'm here?".
But maybe i'm being judgmental. My pseudo-profound, constantly whining and questioning posts must grate on someone else's nerves too. Those girls probably think i'm fucked in the head. But you know what? I kinda prefer THAT image to one where i'm looked on as a walking talking singles 'DATE ME DATE ME, marry me, fuck me, make me your slave, and mother of your pretty babies' advertisement.
No wonder i prefer to sometimes shut my gaps and just observe rather than partake in the idiocy thats flying about. To those of u that deign to think I'm reserved....well, thats heaps better than making a complete Jessica Simpson of urself.
**This excludes my galpals (ur way smart to feel insecure abt this post, babes!).... who're horrifyingly intelligent and a source of hope for (wo)mankind.
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