How we kill ourselves

Things we all could do without:

1) Reality TV shows: I feel like I'm beating a dead horse here, but really, I liked it better when we were rooting for fictional characters in fictional scenarios than supposedly real people operating in set-up, fake scenarios with real-life repercussions. The reality of our nation nowadays is that we are fat, out of shape, neurotic backstabbers who can't think for ourselves to save our own lives. Apparently, society just can't look up to actors anymore; now we have to be just flat-out mislead and lied to. Our heroes? Only in America.

2) Asian-American Female writers: Women are already pretty shitty writers. Yeah, I said it. Hackneyed, overused plot conventions of the beautiful, intelligent, assertive woman blah blah blah changing of the old guard and ushering in the new bluh bluh bluh it's all been fucking said and done before. The Bronte sisters said everything female writers up to this point were meaning to say about the female experience.

Uppity Asian chicks who think they can write are probably the worst case offenders. You know, like Amy Tan and Maxine Hong Kingston, who sell their books based on strong female characters who are able to liberate themselves by either abandoning Asian culture or ditching Asian guys and going for strapping Aryan lads, with a little bit of that old Asian mysticism thrown in to exoticize Asian females even more. You'd swear that after reading a chapter in an Amy Tan novel all her characters are going to return to the Shire to further practice their mystical arts some more. Bullshit.

Basically, all the novels about a group of "strong" Asian-American women overcoming adversity in a new land of new opportunity? They gotta go. It's familiar, rehashed cliched material that has no room for growth or innovation, or a shred of open-mindedness for that matter. I understand the theme of the struggle of women trying to find identity in a society that neither fosters nor promotes female individuality, but you can only write so many stories about this topic before it becomes a forced contrivance, where audiences begin to accept this deficiency as routine and the subject itself becomes diminished under its own weight.

3) Girls who fall for "those" guys: This isn't me so much saying, "oh boo hoo, why can't these same girls go for me, the supposed nice guy instead." I hate women of all shapes and forms, except for the ones I talk to and the ones that might happen to read this. Rather, it's me sick of hearing these stories about nice girls who fall for these cocksure, abrasive assholes. I've already written countless posts on why girls say they want one kind of guy when there's really no mystery to the fact that assholes intrigue them. The asshole will stun you with his bastardliness, and then drop you in your tracks with that "soft side" where they sweet talk you all the way to Planned Parenthood. It works everytime. Doesn't matter whether the girl's intelligent or thinks she's confident (no real confident or self-assured female would ever have the dignity to give these myspacer "playas" the time of day), it works everytime.

Disclaimer: Once again, this is about "girls." Not women who have their shit together.

The answers are clear to you all, and everyone you talk to will make it painfully clear the problem outlining the relationship, but it never, ever clicks in your heads to be proactive and defensive. "No longer being defensive" or "giving love another chance" amounts to you going back to the asshole routine. The fact that you come to me for advice, and then do the exact opposite of what I suggest you do tells me that you don't care what other people think in your interest and ostensibly, you don't care what I think about you or the slowly fading respect I have for you. I'm no longer buying the feminist viewpoint on a male-dominated society. Women get what they want by subscribing to this outdated theory, assert their feminism when necessary, and then fall back on this theory when things don't work out they way they want.

The moral of the story? Females, accept this vapid station in life you have wrought unto yourself, and don't make yourself the victim in telling me your story. You want the pretty boys, but then you're wracked with insecurity all up until the day that he will cheat on you with someone else. You say you want the smart guys, but your shell of an existence can't stand to be threatened by someone who might talk his way out of a relationship, so you go for a neanderthal prick instead. You want someone who's sensitive, but someone who's too sensitive will become a liability and you don't want to hurt them, so you decide to go for the insensitive jock who walks with his dick hanging out and you end up the one constantly hurt instead, with the sensitive guy never even given a chance to decide for himself whether or not he'll be hurt.

So basically, a relationship for the sake of a relationship. And you all wonder why it never works out.

Here's my contribution: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

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Morals of the respective stories:
1) People are sheep.
2) Girls are hypocrites.
3) Girls are retarded.