who've never stepped foot in Manhattan (let alone Brooklyn,
Queens, the Bronx or Staten Island), but who make presumptuous,
stupid, stereotypical remarks about New York. I
neither suffer fools gladly, nor tolerate ignorance.
who are afraid to feel or express anger. It's a valid
emotion, too. Sit back, relax and see how it's done.
and women who judge a woman more harshly than they would
a man for being angry.
who cannot comprehend the difference between a Heartless
Bitch and a Senseless Bitch The former strives
to be in total control of herself...the latter wastes
hers and everyone else's time in the futile quest to control
everyone else by tantrums, sexual dishonesty and other
hopelessly trite expression "politically correct," especially
as abbreviated PC. Say what you mean, don't hide behind
this media invention and get a fucking brain of your own!
who approach me on the street late at night who act surprised
that I don't care to talk to them at that particular moment.
Double puke if they then ignore my wishes and compliment
me as if that means I owethem something. Asking anyone
out is a crapshoot. I try to be polite, but if you pester
me, I'm going to figure out eventually that the only English
you understand is "Fuck off!"
who act as if I'm some sort of freak for not driving.
I live in a city, for crying out loud! Moreover, automobiles
are a fairly recent development in human history, hardly
a necessity of life. o Men in general who act like you
owe them something if they hit on you. I don't owe anyone
anything -- except myself.
who are too stupid to ride the bus. Move to the back,
who call me a lesbo or dyke when I turn them down, but
who think the whole point of two women having sex is to
turn them on.
who stick with the same dumb, mean, useless assholes.
If your crotch is more important than your self-esteem,
your goals (you do have some, don't you?), your friends,
your family and your children -- then you need help. Men
are just people and having one does not make your life
everyone looks at me the moment anything black-related
-- from what a novel by a black author means, to rap music
to that head swivel thing that I've never been able to
do once in my life -- pops up in conversation. Even if
I were 100% black, I would not represent all black
who think the fact that I'm fat is an excuse to hate me
because they hated themselves everytime they gained 5
pounds and became obsessed with their weight and food.
Get a clue, I'm not you -- there's no reason strong enough
to make me dislike the number one person in my life. Maybe
if you'd had enough of a grip, you could have learned
to love yourself without starving, scarfing and barfing
or over-exercising to someone else's idea of the "perfect"
weight. Moreover, the energy saved could be put to improving
yourself in real ways, like getting an education, getting
to know yourself and doing something with your miserable,
whiny life. If you think a body part is an excuse to hate
yourself, it's just your earthly car after all, then why
don't you end it all now? Yeesh! o Men online who cannot
talk to you if they do not know what type of genitalia
you possess...if we're just talking, WTF does it matter?
You can't screw me through my computer, thank gawd.
who ask me for "the black perspective." First, I'm less
than half black and second, no one person can speak for
millions of other people they've never met. That's why
I've never found myself asking anyone for the "white perspective"
on any issue.
people, especially Poor, Persecuted White Males (PPWM
TM ) who bitch and moan about "reverse discrimination."
One guy even told me that white males were the most
persecuted minority in the U.S. -- they are neither. When
it becomes perfectly acceptable to kill, rape or maim
a white guy, then you will have a real issue to rally
around. Until then, get a little perspective. o People
who complain about how wrong Affirmative Action is, who
resent having to compete with women and minorities in
the workplace, yet who do not recognize more pervasive
systems of inequitable employment practices. For example,
I very rarely hear these same whiners acknowledge the
advantages rich kids whose parents and connections, rather
than talent, give them opportunities, advancement and
large salaries without having to compete with the rest
of us. (George W. Bush, anyone?) Why are so many
people angry at having to compete for crumbs from an ever-shrinking
economic pie? Why do so few ask why isn't said economic
pie big enough?
who never question why there aren't enough jobs for all
and allow themselves to be distracted by sex, race and
other red herrings.
people who discuss slavery and the Jim Crow era (de jure
and defacto segregation) as if they experienced it first
hand. Yes, these were dark times for our ancestors, but
wallowing in the pain of the past doesn't do anything
for our descendents. Get some perspective and thank your
lucky stars that you can complain without being raped,
maimed or murdered. We haven't made it all the way, but
we're on the road.
who address letters "Dear Sir." If you are addressing
a letter to a business and you do not know who the recipient
will be, you might want to recognize 52% of the population
and 60% of the workforce. Just an outrageous thought there,
I obviously don't know what I'm talking about. *snort*
men who a) assume I'm black, b) look at me as if they
know me and otherwise act too familiar with me and c)
who call me a "sellout" if I do not follow their lead
and assume we have everything in common and act like they're
my oldest friend and the love of my life. What do they
expect me to do -- freakin' exhale?
who think, just because I have short hair and wear comfortable
clothes, that I want to hit on them. Bisexuality doesn't
mean a complete lack of standards. I do not find
myself attracted to someone I just met and have barely
spoken to, male or female. They should have such high
standards for the men they go out with.
who act like, just because I'm fat, I'm desperate and
will fuck any loser who approaches me, even if it's obvious
they think they can treat me like shit. As long as I have
a right hand, I'll never need a man enough to become a
doormat. I'm working on becoming ambidexterous, just in
who think they aren't attractive enough for men. So long
as you have a vagina, you can get attention from shallow
men, if you've no more self-esteem than to want that.
who try hard to sell me on themselves. If I'm not interested,
brow-beating me isn't going to suddenly make you irresistable.
who think that judging men on their appearance is progress.
5'9" friend who is considering blowing her savings on
breast implants because "I like my tits when I weigh 140,
but my ass is too big!" Ay dios mio!
who ignore the fact that I'm reading or writing and who
act as if meeting them is the most important event in
beauty-fashion-industrial complex that dictates one size
in tits and an entirely different size body. Women aren't
mannequins who can be assembled piece by piece.
fact that too many women let said industry dictate their
self-image. Stand up and get a brain of your own.
online (can you say "AOL?") who ask me "what are you doing
on here so late?" As if a) there aren't such things as
time zones, b) anyone online after 10 pm is trolling for
cyber sex, c) a person can't just be a night owl and d)
I have to ask their permission to be online late at night.
that start, "You'd be pretty if..." or "Someone would
love you if..." and the brainwashed idiots who utter them.
who attribute my ripping them a new asshole to "being
on the rag." No, *I* am not bleeding,
but if you answer my honest criticism with any more of
that assinine, reductionist drivel -- you will be.
If I was menstruating every time some moron irked me,
I'd have bled to death by age 12.
who tell me I'm self-centered as if it is a criticism.
Who the hell else should I be centered on?
who try to sell me on whatever bullshit they've bought
into like sheep with way too much disposable income. The
most pervasive of these things is trying to convince me
I am somehow inherently inferior and self-hating because
I am fat. You wanna know why my ass is so big? To give
you more to kiss, so pucker up, bucko!
who wear tootight pants. It's especially disgusting without
underwear and reached new depths with the advent of bike
shorts. I should be able to walk down the street without
having to see that first thing in the morning. Believe
you me, dicks akimbo are not attractive.
who tell me to smile. I'm quite capable of knowing when
I feel like smiling. I also know when I feel like slugging
strangers who try to tell me what to do in any form.
men who tell me I'm exotic. Black people have been on
this continent for hundreds of years. Biracials like me
have been here only about 10 months less...you should
be used to it by now, fer chrissakes!
pan-handlers. I should be able to walk down my own damn
street without smelling your breath -- No means NO! You've
been forewarned, the last guy learned the, er, hard way.