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logansrogueNow, when I crack open a Cosmo mag in a doctor's waiting room, it's usually cause I didn't have time to stuff an Agatha Christie or Frank Herbert novel into my bag before I left. I avoid reading those mags like the plague, and if I DO read a mag, it's Time or something like that. This week I was migraining, so I didn't have the mental capacity to read anything but the most brainless of tripe. I thought Cosmopolitan would be adequately giggle-worthy.
But, Oh GOD. Pages and pages of horrid fashion advice, cloying, patronising articles and try-hard lingo. They THINK they're being modern, go-get-em women who are free and young and attractive and have the world in their fingers. The kind of woman that actually takes those magazines seriously (say, like the editor) are pimple-brained blithering morons with about the same grasp on reality as Paris Hilton on her own fashion sense (or lack there-of).
The article to spark me off on this missive? A delightful little top twenty called:
20 So-satisfying things to do in PRIVATE!
Oh-la-la! What COULD they be, I wonder? Well, Bianca Dye proceeds to tell us. Do tell, Bianca!
1: Drink your flatmate's red wine and then refill what you drank with water (hoping she won't take a swig before you've had time to replace it with the real thing).
Okay. I'm a lout, a pennyless hag with the social graces of a sow and even *I* don't swig wine. I'll at *least* find some kind of cup-like device to drink it out of. And what kind of sad, pathetic lush drinks a whole bottle of wine to herself in one night? Without porn?! And what's the point in drinking alone?
2: Do the dance moves you did when you were out last night in the mirror, to see if you were as sexy as you thought.
First, you'd have to get as blind, staggering drunk before you replicated the right moves. And a girl that did that sort of thing also wouldn't have the drooling, drunk mud-fucking neanderthal groping her tits there to properly re-enact the moment. Still, I have the delightful mental picture of some fried-haired blonde with orange skin, peering at herself in the mirror, trying to faithfully reproduce her moves and running into the wall.
... *giggle*. I could think of that for hours. Stupid bitch.
3. Pout in the mirror to see what you'd look like if you could afford to get your lips plumped up like Angelina Jolie.
Heh. But end up looking like 'Pout to see what you'd look like if you applied expensive gloss to your ass-button."
4. Fantasise about what you'd say to your boyfriend if you caught him mid-pash with another girl.
My response comes in two parts. A: Who the fuck even says 'pash' anymore? I stopped saying that when I was twelve! B: Hmm, no thanks. If I want to inflict unneccessary pain on myself, I'll shove pins into my nail-beds and watch Home and Away episodes back-to-back. That'd be far more enjoyable than thinking about my lover CHEATING on me. (What kind of fucking weirdo wrote this list anyway?!)
5. Download your entire Cold Chisel collection on to your iPod and give it the codename "Ministry of Sound Annual".
Okay, first things first. I have a respect for Cold Chisel. They have a firm and important place in Australian Rock History. I don't like them, but I would never lambast someone if it were on their playlist. Secondly - who cares that much about what people think of your taste in music? This sort of action screams out "I am SO INSECURE ABOUT MYSELF!" and that's *way* daggier than Cold Chisel.
6. Google your boyfriend's ex (and wish you hadn't when you find out she's an ex-swimwear model).
Why not wear a t-shirt that says, "Too immature to be in a relationship" instead?
7. Google yourself and get peeved when you find all the other "yous" are more successful.
Time for gloating. When I do a search for me? I get links to an American artist with my name (She's pretty good) and... oh look! Me! Me, me, me - lots of me! So, that one doesn't apply. But generally, coveting someone else's success is the domain of the bitter hag. You don't like your life - do something about it you stupid shit. And hey - exactly how is depressing yourself in this was 'Oh so satisfying'?!
8. Wear filthy tracksuit pants for the 11th night straight.
Or "Yay! Love the smell of your own dirty cooch!" But seriously. Three days in the same pants or shift dress? Understandible. I do it all the time (when I'm sick or lazy). But ELEVEN DAYS. What are you, a fucking paraplegic?! Cause that's the only way I'll forgive you for staying in a pair of pants for that amount of time. Either that or crashing somewhere miles from civilisation.
9. Pluck your rogue body hairs ... and secretly look forward to when they start sprouting again.
Because I *love* putting myself through pain for the benefit of society, REALLY. Yes, I pluck rogue body hairs. Leg hairs at the back of my thighs (yay wog genes), the odd dark upper lip hair and always, always - my eyebrows. To keep them neat - they are a work of art when they're neat. (Pity about the rest of my face, hah!) But it's a real pain and an annoyance when they grow back. And it's painful to get rid of them. So NO, I wouldn't say this was awfully satisfying, and it's up there with "picking your nose" as far as it being the kind of satisfying that people admit to.
10. Make crazy diet deals with yourself - like, you'll have the magnum today, and live off five litres of water and a can of tuna tomorrow.
Oh - YAY NUTRITION! Abusing your body is SO COOL! Ugh. Bitch, please. Eat that mother-fucking icecream, scratch your arse and then go watch porn. Go on. Treat yourself. Sure, your arse will be bigger than a size six but you might actually attract a boyfriend that's not latently gay.
11. After buying some new clothes, put on some music and do a catwalk show for yourself, trying them on with other items in your wardrobe (Full face of make-up required).
This woman's grammar (or lack there-of) shits me, but I don't expect much from someone with a brain that works like this. Quibbles aside - darling. Darling. Private? Showing off my awesome new clothes in private? You're an only child, aren't you? First of all - the first thing I do when I treat myself with a new article of clothing is to show it off to my sisters on a Friday afternoon. Then they *demand* that I try new piece of clothing on, and naturally - because I'm poor, I try it on with older pieces of clothing because I *rarely* buy whole new outfits. And it's FUN. We don't bother with the music, but we do discuss the clothing in detail - the line, the quality, the colour. You know - actually intelligently appreciating the clothes. Then my sisters try on the clothing too! It's so much FUN! If one lacks sisters, well, that's what a group of friends is for. And why go to that much trouble just to try on clothes? If it rocks your socks, sure, it's cool. But if you can't love your face without make-up, you have some serious problems, woman!
12. Try on your bikini in the depths of winter, so you can marvel at how pasty/wrong you look in it.
Hear that, girls? HATING on yourself is SATISFYING! You know what? Fuck you, lady. I try on my bikini any time of the year and think, "Hey, I have the greatest ass!" Sure, there are some things I wish I could fix about my body, but never, ever, do I look at it and say "OMG that's so WRONG!" It's not wrong because it exists. If it were wrong, it wouldn't have evolved to be that way. And tans are the domain of the suicidal and the orange. Tans only work with people who are born with that particular skin colour. Tans = skin damage, you dumb, sun-crazed tit.
13. Drop your flatmate's toothbrush in the toilet, then put it back into the holder.
Woah - when did this turn into "20 so-cuntish things to do with those that help you pay your fucking RENT"?!
14. Fart and burp. Loudly.
WOAH! Hold the mutha-fuckin' phone, bitch! Women have bodily functions? HOMG!
15. Accidentally scrape your Ford Laser's door against a gleaming new Mercedes SLK, then drive away.
Yes. You are so hardcore. Viva le revolution. Down with the bourgoise. You're striking a blow for us poor folk everywhere.
...
OH wait, hang on, you're not. You're wasting your time being a psychotic bitch!
16. Discover that you're tamponless, so construct a DIY sanitary pad from a wad of toilet paper, securing to your knicker crotch with more loo roll.
ROFLMAO! Oh YEAH! Bleeding all over yourself is so much FUN! T_T
17. Drop food on the kitchen floor, but because you haven't broken the three-second rule, eat it anyway.
I file this in the "I hate being poor" category rather than the "OMG so-satisfying!" category. I don't know about you but I fucking HATE dropping shit on the floor. Especially if it's expensive, like a lump of sun-dried tomato or something. If it's sticky, like cheese or something, I just chuck it. Salmonella is NOT that satisfying, folks. (And so last season!)
18. Scroll through your boyfriend's "received calls" list while he's in the shower (well, it was ringing ... and how were you to know what button to press?)
Hmm, way to go, you psycho hose beast! LOSE that boyfriend! Trust is for CHUMPS and fat girls that can't get dates!
19. Promise to dry-clean your best friend's dress, but just put it in an old plastic dry-cleaning bag.
Being a Lazy, Lying Bitch 101 worked really well on the author of this article, I see.
20. Write out the guest list for your wedding, even though you don't currently have a boyfriend.
What kind of sad, insecure, pathetic little tick IS this woman? Where is her backbone? Where's her CHUTZPAH!? Fuck writing out the guest list for your wedding. How about writing out your acceptance speech for your Pulitzer? Or writing a letter for a cause that's actually WORTH something? (Saving a rainforest, complaining about some attrocious development or bill that's trying to be passed). You know - actually CONTRIBUTE to society instead of being a vapid, empty-headed blithering idiot? Oh, that's right. I'm reading Cosmopolitan.
It pains me that magazines like this actually make money. It really does make me feel like feminism was a big waste of fucking time. I'm sure it's the reason Germaine Greer is in such a shit mood all the freakin' time. I sympathise, Greer, I do.
But, Oh GOD. Pages and pages of horrid fashion advice, cloying, patronising articles and try-hard lingo. They THINK they're being modern, go-get-em women who are free and young and attractive and have the world in their fingers. The kind of woman that actually takes those magazines seriously (say, like the editor) are pimple-brained blithering morons with about the same grasp on reality as Paris Hilton on her own fashion sense (or lack there-of).
The article to spark me off on this missive? A delightful little top twenty called:
20 So-satisfying things to do in PRIVATE!
Oh-la-la! What COULD they be, I wonder? Well, Bianca Dye proceeds to tell us. Do tell, Bianca!
1: Drink your flatmate's red wine and then refill what you drank with water (hoping she won't take a swig before you've had time to replace it with the real thing).
Okay. I'm a lout, a pennyless hag with the social graces of a sow and even *I* don't swig wine. I'll at *least* find some kind of cup-like device to drink it out of. And what kind of sad, pathetic lush drinks a whole bottle of wine to herself in one night? Without porn?! And what's the point in drinking alone?
2: Do the dance moves you did when you were out last night in the mirror, to see if you were as sexy as you thought.
First, you'd have to get as blind, staggering drunk before you replicated the right moves. And a girl that did that sort of thing also wouldn't have the drooling, drunk mud-fucking neanderthal groping her tits there to properly re-enact the moment. Still, I have the delightful mental picture of some fried-haired blonde with orange skin, peering at herself in the mirror, trying to faithfully reproduce her moves and running into the wall.
... *giggle*. I could think of that for hours. Stupid bitch.
3. Pout in the mirror to see what you'd look like if you could afford to get your lips plumped up like Angelina Jolie.
Heh. But end up looking like 'Pout to see what you'd look like if you applied expensive gloss to your ass-button."
4. Fantasise about what you'd say to your boyfriend if you caught him mid-pash with another girl.
My response comes in two parts. A: Who the fuck even says 'pash' anymore? I stopped saying that when I was twelve! B: Hmm, no thanks. If I want to inflict unneccessary pain on myself, I'll shove pins into my nail-beds and watch Home and Away episodes back-to-back. That'd be far more enjoyable than thinking about my lover CHEATING on me. (What kind of fucking weirdo wrote this list anyway?!)
5. Download your entire Cold Chisel collection on to your iPod and give it the codename "Ministry of Sound Annual".
Okay, first things first. I have a respect for Cold Chisel. They have a firm and important place in Australian Rock History. I don't like them, but I would never lambast someone if it were on their playlist. Secondly - who cares that much about what people think of your taste in music? This sort of action screams out "I am SO INSECURE ABOUT MYSELF!" and that's *way* daggier than Cold Chisel.
6. Google your boyfriend's ex (and wish you hadn't when you find out she's an ex-swimwear model).
Why not wear a t-shirt that says, "Too immature to be in a relationship" instead?
7. Google yourself and get peeved when you find all the other "yous" are more successful.
Time for gloating. When I do a search for me? I get links to an American artist with my name (She's pretty good) and... oh look! Me! Me, me, me - lots of me! So, that one doesn't apply. But generally, coveting someone else's success is the domain of the bitter hag. You don't like your life - do something about it you stupid shit. And hey - exactly how is depressing yourself in this was 'Oh so satisfying'?!
8. Wear filthy tracksuit pants for the 11th night straight.
Or "Yay! Love the smell of your own dirty cooch!" But seriously. Three days in the same pants or shift dress? Understandible. I do it all the time (when I'm sick or lazy). But ELEVEN DAYS. What are you, a fucking paraplegic?! Cause that's the only way I'll forgive you for staying in a pair of pants for that amount of time. Either that or crashing somewhere miles from civilisation.
9. Pluck your rogue body hairs ... and secretly look forward to when they start sprouting again.
Because I *love* putting myself through pain for the benefit of society, REALLY. Yes, I pluck rogue body hairs. Leg hairs at the back of my thighs (yay wog genes), the odd dark upper lip hair and always, always - my eyebrows. To keep them neat - they are a work of art when they're neat. (Pity about the rest of my face, hah!) But it's a real pain and an annoyance when they grow back. And it's painful to get rid of them. So NO, I wouldn't say this was awfully satisfying, and it's up there with "picking your nose" as far as it being the kind of satisfying that people admit to.
10. Make crazy diet deals with yourself - like, you'll have the magnum today, and live off five litres of water and a can of tuna tomorrow.
Oh - YAY NUTRITION! Abusing your body is SO COOL! Ugh. Bitch, please. Eat that mother-fucking icecream, scratch your arse and then go watch porn. Go on. Treat yourself. Sure, your arse will be bigger than a size six but you might actually attract a boyfriend that's not latently gay.
11. After buying some new clothes, put on some music and do a catwalk show for yourself, trying them on with other items in your wardrobe (Full face of make-up required).
This woman's grammar (or lack there-of) shits me, but I don't expect much from someone with a brain that works like this. Quibbles aside - darling. Darling. Private? Showing off my awesome new clothes in private? You're an only child, aren't you? First of all - the first thing I do when I treat myself with a new article of clothing is to show it off to my sisters on a Friday afternoon. Then they *demand* that I try new piece of clothing on, and naturally - because I'm poor, I try it on with older pieces of clothing because I *rarely* buy whole new outfits. And it's FUN. We don't bother with the music, but we do discuss the clothing in detail - the line, the quality, the colour. You know - actually intelligently appreciating the clothes. Then my sisters try on the clothing too! It's so much FUN! If one lacks sisters, well, that's what a group of friends is for. And why go to that much trouble just to try on clothes? If it rocks your socks, sure, it's cool. But if you can't love your face without make-up, you have some serious problems, woman!
12. Try on your bikini in the depths of winter, so you can marvel at how pasty/wrong you look in it.
Hear that, girls? HATING on yourself is SATISFYING! You know what? Fuck you, lady. I try on my bikini any time of the year and think, "Hey, I have the greatest ass!" Sure, there are some things I wish I could fix about my body, but never, ever, do I look at it and say "OMG that's so WRONG!" It's not wrong because it exists. If it were wrong, it wouldn't have evolved to be that way. And tans are the domain of the suicidal and the orange. Tans only work with people who are born with that particular skin colour. Tans = skin damage, you dumb, sun-crazed tit.
13. Drop your flatmate's toothbrush in the toilet, then put it back into the holder.
Woah - when did this turn into "20 so-cuntish things to do with those that help you pay your fucking RENT"?!
14. Fart and burp. Loudly.
WOAH! Hold the mutha-fuckin' phone, bitch! Women have bodily functions? HOMG!
15. Accidentally scrape your Ford Laser's door against a gleaming new Mercedes SLK, then drive away.
Yes. You are so hardcore. Viva le revolution. Down with the bourgoise. You're striking a blow for us poor folk everywhere.
...
OH wait, hang on, you're not. You're wasting your time being a psychotic bitch!
16. Discover that you're tamponless, so construct a DIY sanitary pad from a wad of toilet paper, securing to your knicker crotch with more loo roll.
ROFLMAO! Oh YEAH! Bleeding all over yourself is so much FUN! T_T
17. Drop food on the kitchen floor, but because you haven't broken the three-second rule, eat it anyway.
I file this in the "I hate being poor" category rather than the "OMG so-satisfying!" category. I don't know about you but I fucking HATE dropping shit on the floor. Especially if it's expensive, like a lump of sun-dried tomato or something. If it's sticky, like cheese or something, I just chuck it. Salmonella is NOT that satisfying, folks. (And so last season!)
18. Scroll through your boyfriend's "received calls" list while he's in the shower (well, it was ringing ... and how were you to know what button to press?)
Hmm, way to go, you psycho hose beast! LOSE that boyfriend! Trust is for CHUMPS and fat girls that can't get dates!
19. Promise to dry-clean your best friend's dress, but just put it in an old plastic dry-cleaning bag.
Being a Lazy, Lying Bitch 101 worked really well on the author of this article, I see.
20. Write out the guest list for your wedding, even though you don't currently have a boyfriend.
What kind of sad, insecure, pathetic little tick IS this woman? Where is her backbone? Where's her CHUTZPAH!? Fuck writing out the guest list for your wedding. How about writing out your acceptance speech for your Pulitzer? Or writing a letter for a cause that's actually WORTH something? (Saving a rainforest, complaining about some attrocious development or bill that's trying to be passed). You know - actually CONTRIBUTE to society instead of being a vapid, empty-headed blithering idiot? Oh, that's right. I'm reading Cosmopolitan.
It pains me that magazines like this actually make money. It really does make me feel like feminism was a big waste of fucking time. I'm sure it's the reason Germaine Greer is in such a shit mood all the freakin' time. I sympathise, Greer, I do.
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:21 am (UTC)As sad, pathetic and scarily true to a lot of people's lives as that is...
You've actually managed to make me laugh my ass off here, and I'm on sedatives. XD
YAY
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:29 am (UTC)I think I missed the day that being a pain in the arse for no reason or benefit for yourself was declared "satisfying".
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-03 01:29 am (UTC)I was actually wincing reading that list. That is just mo-fo scary. What's worse? This article got past an army of editors, proof-readers, production meetings, etc. She's not the only person at this publication to think this is nifty or good.
And people wonder why I stick to New Scientist when I want a mag to read.
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:54 am (UTC)Er, hi?
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Date: 2006-12-03 02:08 am (UTC)I mean, it's just so satisfying not being able to get to a shop because you're BLEEDING IN YOUR UNDIES with loo paper stuck to, around and IN your wazoo, itching like crazy?
Yeah, snuggle up on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate and a giant uncomfortable reddish brown stain. Good times, man.
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Date: 2006-12-03 02:42 am (UTC)I haven't picked up one of those mags in ages... and I may do so in future only to point out that not all of us are brainless cardboard cutouts etc etc....
*shudders*
SARK had a much better set of suggestions for satisfying things to do on your own - and not necessarily in private :P
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-03 03:01 am (UTC)Wine is tasty and goes very well with trashy TV, phonecalls from friends and being in Mt Barker.
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Date: 2006-12-03 05:31 am (UTC)Though its not often I drink a whole bottle alone (on my own while at a party, sure). I usually switch to whisky :-)
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Date: 2006-12-03 03:01 am (UTC)4. Fantasise about what you'd say to your boyfriend if you caught him mid-pash with another girl.
Yes, I believe I last saw "pash" used by Kylie Mole circa 1988. And I have caught my b/f kissing another girl. I'd rather not relive that experience thanks.
6. Google your boyfriend's ex (and wish you hadn't when you find out she's an ex-swimwear model).
I know a bit about my b/f's exes - from him *shock*. None were swimwear models.
7. Google yourself and get peeved when you find all the other "yous" are more successful.
I found another me who is a zoologist!
14. Fart and burp. Loudly.
I am lady enough to conceal my farts (but I don't hold them in). Burping however is a free-for-all.
16. Discover that you're tamponless, so construct a DIY sanitary pad from a wad of toilet paper, securing to your knicker crotch with more loo roll.
I've done that multiple times in a pinch anyway. And wow, some women actually DO make their own reusable pads from cotton. *shock horror*
17. Drop food on the kitchen floor, but because you haven't broken the three-second rule, eat it anyway.
3 seconds? I thought it was 7 seconds? No really, depends on the food and the floor. I've never been sick from this, I figure it's boosting my immune system.
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Date: 2006-12-03 03:41 am (UTC)*smallvoice* I still say pash.
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Date: 2006-12-03 03:24 am (UTC)I'm published in books, mentioned on various websites that aren't my own, have links to heaps of my art/suits...
Poor sad author. :P
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-03 03:40 am (UTC)It's always "women's magazines" that do the hardest promoting of the skinny pre-teenage pre-packaged beauty and focus on bizarre rituals to get a man and keep a man. Even when they have an article promoting some kind of self-acceptance, it's always surrounded by diet advice and crazy advertising.
It just makes me so sad that these magazines keep making money because women keep buying them.
It's an awful thing to say, but we get what we deserve in magazines, just as in government.
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:17 am (UTC)I refuse to buy those mags. I think - the only mags I've ever bought are movie geek mags.
I hope to cover this phenomenon of girls who think they're oh-so liberated yet painfully aren't in one of my comics (Carrie and the Magnetism).
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Date: 2006-12-03 04:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-03 06:19 am (UTC)I read books and eat rice crackers.
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Date: 2006-12-03 04:54 am (UTC)http://www.amazon.com/Emily-Skinner/artist/B000API5Q6
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:20 am (UTC)Bless her, I say. And it proves being a Nancy Lorenz totally rocks!
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Date: 2006-12-03 05:28 am (UTC)You are the queen of snark and you rock. *smooch*
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:24 am (UTC)I've sat down and had a plate of curry (300g of rice and 200g of curry and beef, or thereabouts) and eight popadums.
The worst is when I went to KFC. I had a large popcorn chicken to myself, a large chips, with potato and gravy, and a slice of bavarian chocolate desert.
... When I type the amount I eat out, it doesn't really seem like that much, does it?
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Date: 2006-12-03 05:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-03 07:28 am (UTC)You crack me up, though, Nancy. LOL *high five*
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Date: 2006-12-03 09:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-03 09:20 am (UTC)Its so scary hey! I flick thru these sorts of mags at work, it shits me coz theyre all on about being 'the liberated female - chicks rule (and they do!), and clawing yourself to the top of the chain' crap - I see more normal (and beautiful) females in Nat geographic about a lost tribe somewhere who have had no contact with outside people.....
It scares me to think girls growing up reading this rubbish believing this is what HUMANS do, it scares me that they believe what they read and do some of this shit, what ever happend to treat others as u would like to be treated Im mean come on
> 13. Drop your flatmate's toothbrush in the toilet, then put it back into the holder.
Fuck get a life and get OUT of the house! and these ppl wonder why their other half *may* be kissing someone else, bloody hell if your doing this psycho shit then they probably SHOULD be kissing someone else (after all - your flatmate may be reading the same mag and dropping YOUR toothbrush in the loo!)
I dont get the whole 'fake tan' thing, I mean do humans even come in orange????
Whats worse is ppl are paying HOW much for this dribble?????? Adopt a child in a poor country instead, god only knows that you probably shouldnt be reproducing anyway!!!!!
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Date: 2006-12-03 10:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-03 11:41 am (UTC)i think alot of people have had this happen (esp when youre not even expecting your period!!), and its not a pleasant thing to go though!!
as for other people with my name...
one has her own 'fine european furnishings' store,
one thinks shes a 'sexy college girl' - well really shes just a porn whore,
one is an artist
one is a 'gun show' performer (International Fast Draw Champion LOL)
one is a writer
heh, interesting, actually.
i never bought into tht crap anyhoo...
*wanders back to her own journal*
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Date: 2006-12-03 05:59 pm (UTC)I can see why they might try to use this article to make people feel accomplished...but just, NO.
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Date: 2006-12-03 06:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-03 11:45 pm (UTC)Please use them more.
Regards,
Reader.
ps. but mostly "ass-button"
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Date: 2006-12-04 07:00 am (UTC)"Cooch" is a word I use when talking about the vajayjay of a person I'm not fond of. "Pash" is a word I stopped using when I was twelve - can you not READ?
And my ass-button is strictly a no-go zone.
Yours (with kisses),
Nancy.
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Date: 2006-12-11 03:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-11 08:20 pm (UTC)