Sarah
First and foremost, I always tell it like it is, and if anyone has a
problem with that, I tell them to deal with it. Some find my
intelligence beyond teenage-dom boundaries, like I'm supposed to drop
everything, and devote my life to men, make-up, hair salons, and the
shopping mall. I do admit, however, I do enjoy men (but don't worship
them 24/5). I do wear make-up (for the "selfish" purpose of feeling good
about myself). I do somewhat care what my hair looks like (thought not
to the point where I frazzle it by using mousse, hairspray, gel, and
chemical straighteners all at the same time). I don't mind going to the
mall, but I can't stand it for more than one hour.
Many females in my
school have tried (keyword: tried, yet failed) to tell me that no guy
likes a girl who is brighter and smarter than he. To that I say: So
what? I have a mouth, a head that is screwed on straight, and two
legs that were born for walking away from ignorance. What makes them
think I want a man (if that's what you want to call the pre-pubescent,
cracky-voiced, pot-headed, pipsqueaks I am so blessed to be working with
everyday) to be complete? It's not my fault if they have to wallow in
their own self-pity because they absolutely "have to have a boyfriend"
that very second, else they'll "die."
Furthermore, it absolutely makes
me sick when a woman can honestly and shamelessly say that a guy is
incredibly cruel and mean when he dumps her. I can't believe she doesn't
realize that he is the *exact* same guy she started dating, he just
simply became weary with her incessant whining and complaining.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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