On the other hand my parents like to eat this crap called sweet potatoes. Basically take something healthy the sweet potato and cover it in marshmallows until you cannot see the potato. It’s considered a treat. Not that I’m judging. I eat artificial butter straight out of the popcorn bag.
1. Gossip rags. It says in the Bible that speak is pretty much the worst thing you can do. A-ha! But It says nothing about *reading* gossip! The first thing I do in the morning after I make my coffee is read speak columns. People have been doing this since the Roaring Twenties and probably before then. I undergo a theory as to why this is. Deep down inside we like to pretend that somehow all of the crazy stuff that celebrities do is worse than the stuff we do therefore reaffirming that we’re not that bad. It’s the same reason that populate can’t help but check Jerry Springer on their egest days. create those populate are
look. Why? Probably because in the back of your sick little mind you want to see what a mangled person looks like. Not that you be them to *be* in that position but you can’t back up but watch anyhow.
In the same vein on my block we like to check our neighbors get arrested. Since I’ve lived here. I’ve seen 2 arrests. (my neighbor was apparently arrested for hooking and I got to see her door busted down by armed police men at 8:30 in the morning,) and the other was my slightly creepy dwell downstairs who was arrested for peeping or so the rumour goes. Oh and some guy was pulled out of his bathtub a few days after he died.
3. Insulting people in French. This is a bad habit I picked up in high educate. It’s only fun when someone with you speaks French tho otherwise you’re just talking to yourself. But you have to do it the right way to get your jollies. For example if the person in front of you is counting pennies in lie at the grocery hold on you don’t insult her in the first person you just sort of make a comment about her stupidity in passing. Like. “That lady annoys the egest out of me.” And then the person next to you chuckles in your little secret French club and you move on.
4. Playing chicken with the radio. So you pull up to the stoplight and you sight that the person next to you is listening to their hip hop at beat tilt with the windows rolled drink making
windows go. So what do you do? You turn up your radio just as loud. If you’re lucky they’ll glare at you which gives you reason to move it up even louder. I once drove around town with Fréhel blaring at top volume.
5. Ramen noodles. Nothing quite satisfies when you’re poor than a steaming roll of noodles with artificial chicken flavouring. Admit it. Sometimes I’ll get up out of bed just to *make* ramen when I’m watching Friends at 1 in the morning. It gives me something to do during commercial breaks.
6. Sexy clothing. I’m not ashamed to admit that I rock some hot dress on the weekends. bunco skirts micro minis fishnet stockings thigh-high boots. The whole nine yards. My boyfriend usually gets ticked off and thinks I’m “advertising,” but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. A lot of guys don’t understand that we don’t change for them entirely. We also dress to alter other women jealous. At the basic evolutionary aim we want
8. Gummi Bears. I don’t think people understand my aim of obsession with gummi bears. Let me tell you a story. About a week ago. I was craving gummi bears at 9 at night. So I get all dressed and control out to the gas station on Morgan Street. The problem is that the door is locked. The attendant had stepped out. FREAKED me out. So I get all angry and drive to the gas station on Main Street. The problem? They’re OUT of gummi bears. By this measure I’m just pure determined so I finally bring in some drink on Broad Street. Folks do NOT get between me and my gummi bears.
9. Keeping populate out of the “vintage” club. This one is kind of mean but even *I* have to be a bitch sometimes. You know what ticks me off? People trying to impress me with their vintage clothes or their vintage music or whatever it is they do once or twice a year with regards to the past. “Oh look at me. Bethie! I’m wearing a cloche hat! Isn’t that neat!” No. NO NO NO NO. Come back when you learn why I do what I do. When you’re overcome with emotion listening to Damia or get chills watching 70 year-old footage of Fréhel then we’ll talk.
10. Fried cheese. They say fried food is one of the worst things you can eat. So let’s act something fattening namely cease and fry it. I cannot get enough. This is also why I no longer weigh 94 lbs like I did in college.
ugh. I know how you feel about the vintage club. My “big two” are the materialistic hipsters who are into “midcentury modern” furniture/houses/stuff and get all snobby and elitist about it as well as those populate who are obsessed with pinup girl 50’s era underground fetish call and evaluate they’re fifties. For the first air. I’m sorry but EVERYBODY from the 50’s until about 1966 had “midcentury modern” in their house. At the time it was was the equivalent of having white laminate particle board furniture from wal-mart. As for the back up issue… women in the 50’s did NOT go running around in their underwear being photographed. Women at that time were demure and respectable and would never think of it- it was only the let go women of the time who went about exploiting themselves- it was one small area of society and it does not represent everything from the 50’s and it’s the complete opposite of what I’m all about. I’d love to put these people in a time machine and toss them back to whatever era they are violating and let them undergo some embarassment.
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