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People Who Hate Me

August 24, 2011 4 comments

I am at a level of blog popularity where I’ve started to have strangers getting angry and putting thought and effort into vitriolic comments.  It’s adorable.  I’ll add to this list as needed.

People who hate me:

Men’s Rights Activists

Austrian Economists

Socialist Feminists  (This is not  a caricature.)

People who miss Amy Winehouse

-Kids who worked for Cutco more than a week

Adolescents with no conception of healthy relationships and Sad Adults who also read Twilight

Pug-enthusiasts

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 If you also hate me, let me know, so I can add you to the list.

The full title of my subheader used to be “socioculturalpolitically incorrect commentary from a misanthropic twat.”

Some of the inspiration for behind the “misanthropic twat” persona that used to be the standard voice of my blog is Maddox.  He is the original unabashed Internet asshole.  And he became massively famously for it.  He’s probably wealthy too if his royalties for Alphabet of Manliness are as big as his balls.

I’m aiming for Maddox’s lack of shame with a writing style sprinkled with bits of Ze Frank’s smiles and Mark Morford’s political acumen.  When I start getting hate-mail like Mark Morford, I’ll know I’ve made it big:

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Spring and summer fashion FAIL

I despise clothes shopping. It is my least favorite kind of shopping because you can’t reliably do it all online. I hate the way the sales associates say “how are you?” as if they really care. I hate the cold blank stares from the food-disorder-inducing mannequins with ivory hipbones that could pierce your soul. I hate the way fluorescent lighting in dressing rooms makes everyone look sickly and imperfect and SELF ESTEEM KICK IN THE NUTS.

But most of all I hate the lack of clothing that is both practical and cute. Yes, I am a girl and want to look good. But goddamit, they’re making it so hard.

Just look at this banner from mandee.com

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When did clashing become the cool thing to do? “Hello, I am a hippie bimbo-trucker-future teen pregnancy victim! Let my chest mesmerize you with its Mayan intricacy.” Sorry, model, but I’d prefer not to buy sandals that look like what Jesus would have worn. Maybe that outfits works for you, but the average person isn’t followed around by a color-coordinated graphic background.

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