Princesses and women
I think my frustration with the modern-day obsession with princesses has been noted, right? I fluff my feathers and squawk a bit every time I see grown women sporting clothing that proclaims them worthy not by dint of action or personality, but just by the sheer fact that some bint with a title chose to spawn, and they are the undeservingly-privileged results.
I can understand it in children -- fairy tales are fun when we're kids -- but entitlement stops being cute around age ten. In adults, though? Come on. Princesses are born; women are made -- made through the kind of boring and dreadful Growth Experiences our shrinks keep encouraging us to have.
Thus this article on CNN ("Enough with the princess nonsense!") made me laugh. A quote:
Love is an opportunity, not a prize. It should be pursued greedily, recklessly, with an adamant heart. Kiss men, and move on. Maybe one day you'll kiss a guy and he'll turn into a guy who'll march through tornadoes to get you tampons, admit when he's wrong, and eat ice cream naked in bed with you.
The point is: give the regular people you date the chance to be extraordinary without the maudlin fairy tale expectation. The favor will be returned.
Lastly, ladies: if you're heartbroken, buck up, listen to some Patsy Cline, and toss back nice stiff shot of bourbon. Then try out this Snapple cap bon mot: "Men. Can't live with 'em, good thing they'll keep making more."
No closing argument. Just amusement.
Well done. You used "dint"
Well done. You used "dint" and "bint" in the same sentence. We are impressed. [strokes imaginary cat in lap]