WOMEN ARE BITCHES
It's our primal feline nature to hiss, scratch, bite and give arctic stares.
The core of our very existance revolves around seeing that bitch in her high heels fall flat on her face whilst strutting like she owns the whole Gawddamn sidewalk, to see that nasty twat with her up turned nose choke on her cigarette smoke and curl up and die from lung cancer in seconds.
Why do we do it?
Why do I give Dezzo a disgusted look when he says "I think Tanya Chua is not bad, I quite like her songs."
Too quick to judge,
Too selfish to give the time of the day to another female,
Too quick to stamp down another woman's effort.
We bitch, we gossip and are quick to comment on a certain girlfriend.
We do it behind her back, or heck, sometimes even right under her nose. It's funny, because we are actually the bigger fools for doing so, fools for thinking that that certain girlfriend is oblivious to the back stabbing unfolding before her.
THEN!
Like the world's greatest thespians that we are, we still laugh at her jokes, we still act as if we care.
The ensemble of hypocrites on the big stage of make believe friendship.
Why is it when we are introduced another woman, we approach the new aquaintance on our toes, head bowed down, hairs on neck standing, as if ready for battle.
Sizeing up this so called opponent.
The minute she exhibits
a) Unfriendliness
b) Superiority
c) Quirkiness
We judge and write her off IMMEDIATELY.
Then! Just by that ONE meeting, when asked "so what do you think of Ms. so-and-so", instead of going "Oh..I've only met her once, I don't quite know.." we choose to draw on the what we deemed as a negative smelly vibe and say "I DON'T LIKE HER, what a bitch!"
WHY?
Take away the gossip and bitching...and what will that leave a bunch of girls to do on a sunday afternoon?
Ha!
What do boys talk about?
I'm sure they don't sit down and go heart-to-heart with another male, like my pseudo-homophob boyfriend would say "Fuck! That's so gay!"
I've practised the fine art of bitching for many many years now.
Perhaps it's time to take off the crown and go in search of an alternative pastime.
Tennis anyone?
It's our primal feline nature to hiss, scratch, bite and give arctic stares.
The core of our very existance revolves around seeing that bitch in her high heels fall flat on her face whilst strutting like she owns the whole Gawddamn sidewalk, to see that nasty twat with her up turned nose choke on her cigarette smoke and curl up and die from lung cancer in seconds.
Why do we do it?
Why do I give Dezzo a disgusted look when he says "I think Tanya Chua is not bad, I quite like her songs."
Too quick to judge,
Too selfish to give the time of the day to another female,
Too quick to stamp down another woman's effort.
We bitch, we gossip and are quick to comment on a certain girlfriend.
We do it behind her back, or heck, sometimes even right under her nose. It's funny, because we are actually the bigger fools for doing so, fools for thinking that that certain girlfriend is oblivious to the back stabbing unfolding before her.
THEN!
Like the world's greatest thespians that we are, we still laugh at her jokes, we still act as if we care.
The ensemble of hypocrites on the big stage of make believe friendship.
Why is it when we are introduced another woman, we approach the new aquaintance on our toes, head bowed down, hairs on neck standing, as if ready for battle.
Sizeing up this so called opponent.
The minute she exhibits
a) Unfriendliness
b) Superiority
c) Quirkiness
We judge and write her off IMMEDIATELY.
Then! Just by that ONE meeting, when asked "so what do you think of Ms. so-and-so", instead of going "Oh..I've only met her once, I don't quite know.." we choose to draw on the what we deemed as a negative smelly vibe and say "I DON'T LIKE HER, what a bitch!"
WHY?
Take away the gossip and bitching...and what will that leave a bunch of girls to do on a sunday afternoon?
Ha!
What do boys talk about?
I'm sure they don't sit down and go heart-to-heart with another male, like my pseudo-homophob boyfriend would say "Fuck! That's so gay!"
I've practised the fine art of bitching for many many years now.
Perhaps it's time to take off the crown and go in search of an alternative pastime.
Tennis anyone?
