Katharine
-My biggest pet peeve is when someone refuses to take the blame for
their own misery. If you don't like the direction your life is going in, don't
complain about it if you're not going to try to change it. For example, when an
overweight person complains endlessly about their size but doesn't exercise and
continues to patronize McDonald's on a regular basis. For christ's sake, if your
weight bothers you, try to lose it! Your size isn't what's bothering everyone
else; it's your whining. The most annoying one? When a girl drones endlessly
about her boyfriend's/girlfriend's shortcomings, but won't just break up with
the schmuck and spare us all the infinite list of inadequacies.
-I'll never lower myself to boost some loser's ego, and I'm quick to point
it out when another woman does. I've seen far too many girls flush their pride
down the toilet, pretending that they can't lift a piece of furniture or fix a
computer program, all because they don't want to "seem threatening" to a guy.
Are you kidding me? The proper intervention when you see this kind of "poor,
pathetic little girl" behavior is to say as loudly as possible, "You helped me
move out of my apartment last year, and you majored in computer engineering. I
think that'll impress him more than pretending you have toothpick arms and a
pint-size brain."
-I can't stand the stereotype that all feminists are completely obsessed
with hot-shot careers, hate men, and are incapable of relating to other human
beings besides "big hairy dykes." The point is not pursuing a career no matter
what the cost, the point is doing what makes you happy, not what anyone else
wants you or expects you to do. If that means majoring in English or women's
studies and not biomedical engineering or statistics, then that's what you
should go for. Same with men: the point isn't hating them, it's disillusioning
the illusioned ones, having fun at the expense of the hopeless ones, and only
being with one that meets your personal standards. Same goes for female
partners, too. And hey, if big hairy dykes really are the only people I can
relate to, then they're who I'll be friends with.
-Men who assume that their sexual comments will be perceived as flattering
deserve several Kill Bill-style kicks in the balls. Do they not realize that
what they're doing constitutes harassment? I finally got sick of being asked if
my hair is "red all over." The last guy who thought that was an appropriate
come-on got his beer poured all over his nasty bleached-blonde Billy Idol
hairdo, and promptly kicked out of the music venue he was infesting when me and
my friends made a ruckus. Too bad we couldn't have booted him ourselves without
getting thrown out as well; we weren't about to miss The Detroit Cobras.
-I think that doing anything for the sole reason that you are, as a female,
expected to do it is committing a crime against yourself. Let a man hit on me
because he's in a position of authority (or drunkenness)? Hell no. Make marriage
my number one priority because it's what is supposed to "make me happy"? Hell
no. "Settle", in any form of the word? Hell no. Spare someone's feelings just to
give them an often false sense of happiness? Hell no.
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