Aimee
I am a Heartless Bitch to people who genuinely deserve it, I don't
make a habit of manifesting said Bitchiness to innocent passers-by, unless they
happen to be undertaking a particularly asinine endeavor worthy of comment.
I have no tolerance for the ignorant, which involves the volitional
illiterate and people who don't bat and eyelid at adverts that state "9 out of
10 women prefer lenor" (political correctness dictates that we can't use the
term "black hole" because it is racist, but it's perfectly acceptable to assert
that only women use fabric softener...).
I have an equal lack of tolerance for people whose main absorption of
culture is watching big brother, and anyone who idolizes paris hilton
(non-capitalised out of pure disdain) should, in my opinion, be ritually
dismembered.
I hate women who, after an appalling display of their seven-year-old's
blatant belligerence, laugh sickeningly and proclaim "isn't he cute?".
I have informed three people today, who have themselves informed me that
they are "depressed" because their sad middle class existences aren't fulfilling
enough for them and obviously growing up with both parents to fulfill their every
whim has affected them detrimentally, that they should shut the hell up and get
over it. (obviously if these people had real problems other than wanting a bit
of attention and wanting to seem moody and artistic by being "depressed" I would
have genuine empathy).
Finally, I have just had a malevolent rant on this innocent looking form,
and for that I apoligise.
Country: United Kingdom
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