Stupidity #18
it has become a haven for hurt birds who are pissed off at men and rejecting effeminate qualities and any displays of fragility in women all hiding behind the guise of fighting for equal rights – pure bullshit – research the lives of these women and you will find hurt birds with undeclared individual agendas.we need adult dialogue’s that include all people
not ones that promote special interest groups with individual agendas – that is the old way and it is bringing this world to a very low and useless placeif i had a daughter I would not want her educated about what the possibilities of being a women is by allegra, *names taken out* or any of those hurt birds posting on Y/answers.EDIT: Flyinghorse- HUMAN RIGHTS covers all that and does not exclude half the planet by calling itself FEMINISM. “The Hunger Project” launched an enormous initiative to specifically empower women in farming communities in third world countries (India and Afrika) and the campaign never makes a peep about “feminism”.The question was: Is feminism relevant today? No chance. It is a divider of people. get real *name taken out*! The word FEMINISM is a goddamn obstacle to empowerment – admit it already!
Indeed. Feminism is bad because it only fights for half the population. Oh, when will someone step up and give men a helping hand? Oh, the way they’ve been treated throughout history is horrible!
How much control do women have over their boobs?
Is there really such a thing as an “accidental” brushing/touching of you boob on a guy’s arm as you walk by/talk to them/give them a tb test?
Boob size and visual acuity are obviously factors in how accurate a woman’s boob navigation abilities are going to be, but I’ve experienced spontaneous boob to arm contact with all ranges of cup sizes and shapes.
Basically I want to know if a boob is ever touched by accident?
“Spontaneous boob to arm contact”—did I read that right?
These feminist here say that being a feminist does not mean you are aggressive, hate men and want to be a man. Well I say prove it… I”ve never met a feminist that was truely ladylike. they might be ladylike when it suites them, but never ladylike in their thinking.To me the true definition of femininity is being a lady and a housewife. You should also obey your man and trust his judgement. If you can’t do that, your not a lady, therefore not feminine. You maybe feminine when it comes to body parts, but your mind is masculine.
Oh no! I’m not feminine in my thinking! I don’t obey my husband therefore my mind is masculine! Oh, what to do? What to do? The horror will surely keep me awake tonight!
Uhhhh . . .
Lady, a toy company can’t help it if your kid is stupid.
Seriously, I’m all for holding a company’s feet to the fire over safety—especially if they make toys. But your daughter swallowed the magnets. Isn’t 7 years old a little late for the Putting Things in the Mouth phase?
“When she started puking green, that’s when I knew something wasn’t right,” she said.
Oh, I see. Your daughter’s actions make perfect sense now. Glad she’s OK though!
Now For Fluff
Down the Rabbit Hole
Like kids aren’t creepy enough!
“Of course,” Saraa said. “It’s something to be proud of. Every Palestinian citizen hopes to be a martyr.”
Saraa helps deliver similar messages to Palestinian children from a Hamas TV set filled with colorful numbers and pictures of kittens. During the show, Saraa fields calls from Palestinian children who warble songs about Islam, liberating Jerusalem and finding answers in the barrel of a machine gun.
On one show, she cut off a caller who was singing about surrendering herself, presumably to God’s will.
“We don’t want to surrender,” Saraa told the caller. “We want to resist.”
Thanks to Lauren for the link.
Teenage Worker Bees
Have you ever gone to a drive through and had the speaker not work? I have. It was at a local Taco Bell. I sat there for 5 minutes before a hobo walked up and screamed at me that “the box don’t work no more” before he urinated on said box.*
Today, I decided to go classy with my lunch and get something that required the use of plastic forks and knives. I picked Chick-fil-A. Around here, they’re always busy and they’re always quick. So, I pulled into the drive-through.
What do my beady little eyes see? Three teenagers standing next to the drive-through lane. My hatred of humanity and particular distrust for the young caused me to push my door lock button repeatedly. I hate teenagers.
But no, they weren’t a band of roving predators—they were merely working the drive-through because the speaker box was broken. One freckled little boy took my order—after letting me read from a menu he was carrying with him—and gave me a ticket. I took the ticket up to the girl with the bad spray-on tan and she, wearing a headset, was able to give my order to the building. It was so efficient. The line kept moving and no hobos rushed out at me from the bushes.
What keeps the Chick-fil-A restaurants working so smoothly? Good training? Jesus Juice? A nice work environment? The Sundays off?
Yeah, that’s it. They’re always closed on Sundays. Teenagers love their Sundays off. Sundays are when they . . . I don’t know—chase old ladies as they sing their hippie songs? Eh. Who cares! I got my food quickly and I never had to waddle out of my car to the front door of the restaurant. That’s what makes America great—we can feed our fat faces without ever leaving our cars!
*May or may not be a true story.
Big Fat Bully!
Here’s the checklist:
1. Never call anyone names.
2. Always stay on topic.
3. Never directly point a finger at someone to make your point.
4. Discuss thoughts about the subject that come into your head—but again, never direct it at anyone in the argument.
5. Debate rationally, backing up your statements when you can.
6. Use In my opinion and I think a lot.
What do you have here, folks? Why, you have the makings of a bully. That’s right—a person who does that is a bully!
“But, why, our four-eyed, roundfaced dingleberry? Why does that make someone a bully?”
I don’t know. But that’s what someone called someone who did all of those things.
“But, that makes no sense, our pigeon-toed, pig-nosed honky. If someone does all of those things, doesn’t that mean she was merely debating?”
I don’t know. Someone got upset at that person so he/she called that person a bully.
“Oh, but this is insanity, our bow-legged, thin-haired neatherthal! What-what if they just didn’t like what they were hearing? What if whatever was said made them too uncomfortable and hit a little too close to home? What if . . . they had no way to debate this person so they resorted to lame jokes and name calling?”
Why, yes. You may be on to something there. Could it be that . . . people are irrational? That people don’t like their world views questioned? That most people will refuse to listen, think, study a subject, or dare to change their viewpoint on a subject? Yes, I think you have it, my little turd-buckets!
But what do I know—I’m just a bully.
