Everyday as women we're faced with many challenges. The main one being men. We want to know what the hell they are thinking sometimes. I feel we have all the right in the world to say, yes, I'm too good for you. Of course, I think I'm all that and no I don't want a new f@#kin' friend. It's beat into our heads all the time that we should have confidence and better self esteem but, when we voice our opinions of our own we're, all of a sudden, conceited and full of our selves. And rightfully so. If we wait on another MFer to be full of us we'll die compliment-less, self pitying, bitter old women (who hate men). No one wants to be that lady.
I'm saying all this because the men at my new job are all greasy, no game having, perverts young and old. I've heard it all from dirty jokes to "You know you shouldn't wear your hair like that, it turns me on." As I heave a little and tell him "oh excuse me, I just threw up in my mouth." He laughs and continues to hit on me. WHAAAAT THE!!!
Any way a wonderful comedian I had the pleasure of watching summed up to degree the issues men have when it comes to approaching women. I guess I can cut them a little slack.
With all that being said and our new understanding for you retards. We ALL still feel like this:
Valentine
SOOOO not a male basher.
Showing posts with label Self esteem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self esteem. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Seek help
Posted by VANITY PAGES at 1:16 AM 2 Vain Comments
Labels: No game, Self esteem
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