Then I spot them. I’m not the only girl in the room. There are a bevvy of them – And they’re all dressed up as Sailor Scouts. I recognize sailor scouts from five years ago when Sailor Moon played on TV after the Samurai Pizza Cats in the mornings before school. I liked the pizza cats better.
But these sailor scouts are older than me, they’re thin and pretty and everyone is paying attention to them. Cosplay’s not big here, and these five girls look perfect. They pose for photos and simper and smile.
Later, when I mention them to my friends (who are all boys) they make a big deal over how hot those girls were. I look at my thighs and decide to go on a diet.
So all these people are protesting the wealth being possessed by 1% of the population. Old news, I know. But I still wonder why? I mean, god forbid someone or their family work their way up in the world and earn a shit ton of money. I don’t want to be part of the 99%. I want to be part of the 1%, god dammit! You can’t tell me it wouldn’t be nice to have money to spare. So that’s my stance on all this.
I think the issue is more based around social mobility, rather than the fact people are rich. Nobody is denying a little extra money would be helpful, but for a lot of people the opportunity to be able to work to earn that place in society doesn’t exist for a ton of reasons outside of their control, mainly based around gender, ethnicity and class. And in reality, most of the people IN that special place in society didn’t earn anything to get there. This twisted, false idea of Capitalism is so beyond flawed that the majority of us don’t even think anything of it anymore. However, even with social mobility sorted (which it probably never will be) the whole idea that 1% of a countries occupants could hold the majority of the wealth is fucking sick. That’s an issue that needs resolving if I ever saw one.
friend:that is disgusting omfg why would you even say that you are such a slut omfg can you calm down with your libido please i really don't need to know about your immoral acts of debauchery you wanton mistress of the night
What annoys me more than anything about the (self confessed) nice guy, is this idea that ‘nice guys never win’. The prize, of course, being a woman. I am so fed up of hearing guys complain that they’re always the friend, never the boyfriend because what you’re telling me is that not only do you quite obviously objectify women, it’s that you don’t see how a friendship can be as fulfilling as a relationship. As if all the fun times we’ve had together count for nothing because our relationship status’ on Facebook have never hit the ‘In a relationship’ mark. As if all the times you’ve helped me cope with something have been purely so you can get into my knickers and that it was actually not for my benefit at all.
A lot of these ‘nice guys’ seem to believe that because they’ve been the listener they are owed something by us women. No, ‘nice guy’, I do not owe you anything. You have been my friend, as I have been yours. All that time you put into our friendship is grand and I appreciate it, but that does not mean I owe you a relationship, sex or even a quick grope.
I am not a prize to be won, nice guy, so perhaps you’d best get over yourself.
I’ve had such a bizarre few days. All things considered, Incubus at Alexandra Palace where I made friends with a man completely off his tits on MDMA who gave me a fake chicken after losing my phone at Waterloo and before we got lost on Muswell Hill and had an Incubus sing along when a bus finally stopped for us was probably the least bizarre evening I’ve had all week.
no you didn’t. shut the fuck up. it’s ‘involuntary manslaughter’. there was no malice behind the death of michael jackson. any story you have is fucking made up. sort yourself out or at least go read a fucking book.