Went to (read: was forced to go to) the pumpkin patch last weekend. Some 8-year-old kid laid claim to the pumpkin she wanted, and I could tell she was annoyed. I then made the mistake of a lifetime by calling her out on it.
But why would you want to work on a shit project? Or miss out on your vinegar strokes?
You might not believe it, but most men love to see that their special gal pal is satisfied, and “you should try this instead of this” is waaaaaaay less of a punch to the ego that finding out you’re a faker. Just help your boy out.
Check out this author’s twitter. She can be actually pretty funny. They didn’t want to highlight that aspect, though, because the director of content hates us. #WeMissYouBrian
Her work depends on the readership and their engagement with her articles, to which I think she’s been wildly successful, albeit with negative comments.
“You know what I think is annoying in real life? Losers who hide behind their computers to say mean things about people they don’t know. #getalife” – erinbou15
We’re haters because she’s openly flaunting opportunity and luxuries that none of us will ever have (by virtue of her being a pretty, young woman from a rich family), and then trying to play it off like she’s more virtuous than her peers simply because she won’t trade her commodity as hot-20-something for insane, other-worldly luxury. It’s a humble-brag and it’s obnoxious.
Haha, I just browsed through it, too. I’m not even close to poor and there’s no way I’d be able to afford the shit she gets to do. I mean, I can count $10,000 of trip expenses in just 3 of her pictures.
Poor people dream of one day being your version of ‘poor’.
If I were a young, attractive woman, you better believe I’d be living up those perks every fucking day. Free food, drinks, clothes, shoes, jewelry, tickets, events, etc. I’d post the most vapid pics to instragram with some stupid quote about how “real i keep it” and pick up likes like candy. Then I’d shout down to men about their male privilege, and write a Salon.com article about how people should respect me for my personality (which sucks), not my rockin’ bod.
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Check out nicolelaudati’s (7th pic) instragram and tell me you aren’t incredibly jealous.
My dad always said: “I’d rather have a hotdog in the bleachers than a filet mignon in the owner’s box.”
I will not continue stealing from younger generations under the ponzi scheme that is social security.
Went to (read: was forced to go to) the pumpkin patch last weekend. Some 8-year-old kid laid claim to the pumpkin she wanted, and I could tell she was annoyed. I then made the mistake of a lifetime by calling her out on it.
But why would you want to work on a shit project? Or miss out on your vinegar strokes?
You might not believe it, but most men love to see that their special gal pal is satisfied, and “you should try this instead of this” is waaaaaaay less of a punch to the ego that finding out you’re a faker. Just help your boy out.
What do we have to do to keep this one, Grandex?
That… was savage.
Check out this author’s twitter. She can be actually pretty funny. They didn’t want to highlight that aspect, though, because the director of content hates us. #WeMissYouBrian
For attractive, white, 20-something women, it is. Check your privilege.
Her work depends on the readership and their engagement with her articles, to which I think she’s been wildly successful, albeit with negative comments.
“You know what I think is annoying in real life? Losers who hide behind their computers to say mean things about people they don’t know. #getalife” – erinbou15
We’re haters because she’s openly flaunting opportunity and luxuries that none of us will ever have (by virtue of her being a pretty, young woman from a rich family), and then trying to play it off like she’s more virtuous than her peers simply because she won’t trade her commodity as hot-20-something for insane, other-worldly luxury. It’s a humble-brag and it’s obnoxious.
Pot, meet kettle?
“I don’t have the cash for these Prada shoes and it’s still 3 months before daddy buys me 4 pairs for my birthday. I’m so poor.”
Haha, I just browsed through it, too. I’m not even close to poor and there’s no way I’d be able to afford the shit she gets to do. I mean, I can count $10,000 of trip expenses in just 3 of her pictures.
Poor people dream of one day being your version of ‘poor’.
If I were a young, attractive woman, you better believe I’d be living up those perks every fucking day. Free food, drinks, clothes, shoes, jewelry, tickets, events, etc. I’d post the most vapid pics to instragram with some stupid quote about how “real i keep it” and pick up likes like candy. Then I’d shout down to men about their male privilege, and write a Salon.com article about how people should respect me for my personality (which sucks), not my rockin’ bod.
Essentially
Clubs suck. Covers suck. Exorbitant prices suck. The people suck. The music sucks. The bathrooms suck. The lines suck. The loudness sucks.
And tinder has essentially made them essentially obsolete. Thank you, technology.
Ah, the bliss of a blossoming emotional affair.