In Dependance Day

I have never gotten food-poisoning (knock on wood), but today I find my self forced to purge the poisonous taste of a specific type of girl. I am ill with disgust for an ugly manifest of human nature I have often observed and experienced, but never had the misfortune of wrapping my brain around its full detail, until being forced by the actions of a few fallen angels of my recent metaphysical passing. All human experience has the potential to leave us unaffected or forever changed in its wake. Sadly, I fear that after the last 6 months and todays ruined celebration of the birth of democracy, I will be hence forth tainted by the ugly stench of feminine vanity, and left all the more personally ugly and jaded.

Specifically, my Independend Day was soured by catering to the whims of a girl for 6 hours straight. I changed my holiday plans for who I thought was a friend and for the promise of a bigger more impressive party. I normally subscribe to the party philosophy of "the more the merrier". Why go with my roommate to one holiday shindig when we can go to another with a larger group. What initiated my diatribe began as the demand for a coffee with no offer to pay for it. As an isolated incident, this is rude but the price of a latte is not worth the effort to complain. As the start of a list, this serves as a microcosm for an ugly bigger picture. Being subject to a full days worth of equal or greater annoying events is insufferable. Now, I must explain that there is no sexual desire between me and the said girl. Our relationship is plutonic and I would easily purchase a beer for a buddy with a thin wallet as food or drink for a girl/friend with no job. However, when generosity is not reciprocated with genuine appreciation and in its place exists an observable scheme meant to service their own egotistical pride in their ability to manipulate, one regrets fore mentioned giving and is left unforgiving. The idea that her plot was not obvious is offensive. Nobody likes feeling hustled especially by a bad magician with middle school coin tricks that further demand generosity of attitude in order to prevent awkward bickering and allow them the belief that their trick was successfully masked. We knew she had no intention of paying for her coffee and were discussing it as she conveniently disappeared while we paid for it. I don't like being subjected to such discomfort and dislike being in the company of such ill-mannered un-classy female specimens. Interspersed between the 4 hours of errands and driving through holiday traffic under the constant bombardment of name-dropping, annoyingly uninformed assertions, and personal mis-representation were sporatic warning flags that this was going to be a bad day. For example, she told us that she didn't want her roommate to come because she didn't like his girlfriend, and asked us what she should say or shouldn't say to get out of inviting him. She resolved just to ignore him and pretend like she didn't have service. She made demand after demand without courtesy or regard for what we wanted. The list of minor cruelty goes on, but is not as relevant or necessary. The point is that the day was not fun. The reason was having to spend time with such an unpleasant spirit. My roommate was so pissed and in a bad mood, that we went home and skipped fireworks or partying. By the time I got home in disgust of a wasted day, I could not escape evaluating the root of such evil.

Recently I lived with a girl who never paid rent for 3 months. Admittedly I take responsibility for being duped by the elaborate spiraling web of lies and being naive to the untrustworthiness of false friendship. Her constant promises to get money from her parents or what other resource were all resolutions which did not involve realistic ways of actively earning the money reliably. Most of her time or effort was spent worrying about boys, going out to clubs to hang out with boys, acquiring clothes to look good for boys, or the creative ways to express her individuality through hair style and make-up for boys. Ultimately these girls are a specific breed of female with no firm aspirations that are independant of Men.

It begins during puberty, when the hormonal shifting of heavenly bodies transforms the otherwise gender neutral girl into the curvy menstrual object of male jaw-dropping voice-squeaking disarmament. For most, this is a natural process of sapien attraction that is eventually equalized by other desirable developing social qualities. Yet for some, it becomes the sole over-compensation by which a woman takes personal pride and identity. To some degree or another every woman is aware of their sexual desirability. This is no more hideous than a man's flexing of physical or societal power as a means to achieve. However, in an environment that places such commodity upon the quantity and quality of female hotness such as the Hollywood club scene where the female ratio and degree of physiological wealth are the fee of entrance, woman potentially continue their womanly transformation into something different. Something beautiful becomes something ugly. They become entitled and manipulative. They wield their sexual power as a power over men, and that power over men as a social power over other women. Like all power, sexual prowess should come with an intrinsic responsibility to respect others and do no harm. Instead, the under-personally-developed girls wield their sexuality with selfish malicious intent.

I am ruffled by the arrogance of this specific vanity and am irked by the delusion that this is a form of independence. In actuality, this is a dressed up overly-lip-glossed form of laziness. What happens all too often, is that these starry-eyed hometown champions step fresh off the bus, only to be showered by impressive expense and empty promises. However, their translation of value is jet-lagged and misconstrued. If their hometown quarterback on a retail job budget or their trust fund business major ex-boyfriends were to share $450+ bottles of alcohol and bestowe $2000+ purses and dresses upon them, than their feelings of specialness and importance might be valid. Here the C or D-lebrity treatment is actually a matter of excess and merely a shared surplus leveraged as an advantage to take from them as opposed to a gift that is given. These girls often grow jaded or empowered or both. Either way they become assimilated by the system.

Don't get me wrong, I am also a part of this system and am equally cliched. The world I am describing is adventurous and fosters friendships and social bonds like any other social system. My complaint is far more specific than the system that fosters the behavior. What I loathe is what potentially happens to these girls. I don't necessarily see any harm in female sexual desirability. To the contrary, I value and enjoy physical beauty. I am not talking about the models, actresses, and fashion gurus that are portrayed as objects by the magazines that create the desire to not work. Modelling, acting, and fashion is a respectable career that is a lot of work. The use of Ass-sets is part of the business here. I admire those that utilize their talents with responsibility and pursue their careers and dreams.

The subject of this discussion is what happens to that F.O.B girl when she gives up or gives in to the idea of not working for those career goals or dreams. I can't stand the presence of self-entitled expectation without the desire to earn worthiness. Just because their hotness entitles them to entrance to a club or a seat next to a celebrity, they are not entitled to money, a cup of coffee, or being a bitch. If they are going to ask for those things, then they should at least conduct themselves with respect and self-respect. They convince themselves of their own princess-ship and demand platters of pleasure to be handed to them. What I pity is that they are unaware of the fact that they are not princesses but beggers asking for handouts. Rather than cultivating their own potential, they live as gatherers and foragers of bottles, fashion, and fashionable men. They are the "table service rats" that scurry across the dance floor looking for crumbs that fall from deep pockets. I wish that they could see that they are destructive to society and that they are self-destructive. They think that living without working makes them independent, instead they are living in dependance.


Happy In Dependance Day,

MM