Saturday blather
Had my cut and color appointment today, THANK GOODNESS! Gawd, my greys are so scary since they're pretty much white and exactly on my part.
So after the 2-hour appointment, I went to the mall. In trying to forge my way through the masses in order to get to Starbucks for my hunger-abating chai, a realization struck me.
First, I'm sick of malls.
Second, I'm sick of malls because they are full of retarded lemmings.
Not that this is anything new as far as malls go, but my tolerance has pretty much run out. While waiting for my chai, none of us actually waiting for drinks could get to the bar to pick them up because of a gaggle of retarded lemmings who all thought they were Carrie Bradshaw. Overdone highlights, seriously overdone makeup, $200 jeans, and 4-inch stilettos. The most annoying part was that they already had their drinks, but, being a gaggle of retards, they couldn't actually see fit to move out of the way.
I'm sure they all thought they were incredibly stylish with their designer shoes and bags, $200 jeans, and $300 hair. But there are two problems here. One, you look like a moron walking around ANYWHERE wearing 4-inch stilettos, unless you're going out for a posh evening or are in Vegas having party-time (and even then, if you don't take cabs everywhere and try to walk around in those, you're still a moron)
Two, like her or not, Carrie Bradshaw had this thing called STYLE. Style is something that the retarded lemmings just don't have. They buy the brands, but they don't possess the It Factor to pull it off. So they look ridiculous. Carrie, herself, looked ridiculous on a number of occasions, but that ridiculous look was all her. It made a statement.
But your 4-inch stilettos and crazy highlights at the mall don't make any statement beyond Meh because it's the same thing that everyone else is wearing. Your whole gaggle looks like a gang of FemBots (except no boobs). And aaaaaall that makeup is a dead giveaway that you really have no idea who you are, or you wouldn't be hiding behind all that stuff. Frankly, they're no better than the people who go shopping in their jammies.
In contrast, there was a teenage girl also in line who was a bit of a spaz and hanging with her spazzy friends (one has to question her purchasing a mocha frappuccino on top of that spazziness, but we were all spazzes at that age, too). She was wearing layered cami's, funky jewelry, jeans appropriate to her body type, and instead of stilettos she was wearing pink Converse. LOVED her style. Just standing in line with her next to the retarded lemmings for a mere 10 minutes, I knew exactly who that girl was with her cute and funky style.
Now, I love a fabulous shoe. And a fabulous bag. And all sorts of fabulous things. And I hate seeing women (especially toward my age) who just give up and dress schlubby because all of us look twice as big when we try to hide behind oversized clothes. You gotta at least dress like you care about yourself - no matter what your style - or you don't give anybody else any reason to treat you like you should be cared about.
But I'm just not impressed by anyone wearing those pieces of fabulous when their whole look (and behavior) indicates that they're not as fabulous as the various parts. I mean, there's confidence and then there's behaving like the rest of the world doesn't exist, which is exactly what 99.9% of the retarded mall lemmings do. I thought, perhaps, I had accidentally worn an invisbility cloak while window shopping since it didn't matter to the retarded lemmings that they'd just walk right into me or practically shove me over when they wanted to see something.
The best part of all was that the leader of the retarded lemming gaggle in Starbucks started introducing herself to another group of retards with "Remember me? I'm the worship leader at church!" OH RIGHT!
Priceless.
So after the 2-hour appointment, I went to the mall. In trying to forge my way through the masses in order to get to Starbucks for my hunger-abating chai, a realization struck me.
First, I'm sick of malls.
Second, I'm sick of malls because they are full of retarded lemmings.
Not that this is anything new as far as malls go, but my tolerance has pretty much run out. While waiting for my chai, none of us actually waiting for drinks could get to the bar to pick them up because of a gaggle of retarded lemmings who all thought they were Carrie Bradshaw. Overdone highlights, seriously overdone makeup, $200 jeans, and 4-inch stilettos. The most annoying part was that they already had their drinks, but, being a gaggle of retards, they couldn't actually see fit to move out of the way.
I'm sure they all thought they were incredibly stylish with their designer shoes and bags, $200 jeans, and $300 hair. But there are two problems here. One, you look like a moron walking around ANYWHERE wearing 4-inch stilettos, unless you're going out for a posh evening or are in Vegas having party-time (and even then, if you don't take cabs everywhere and try to walk around in those, you're still a moron)
Two, like her or not, Carrie Bradshaw had this thing called STYLE. Style is something that the retarded lemmings just don't have. They buy the brands, but they don't possess the It Factor to pull it off. So they look ridiculous. Carrie, herself, looked ridiculous on a number of occasions, but that ridiculous look was all her. It made a statement.
But your 4-inch stilettos and crazy highlights at the mall don't make any statement beyond Meh because it's the same thing that everyone else is wearing. Your whole gaggle looks like a gang of FemBots (except no boobs). And aaaaaall that makeup is a dead giveaway that you really have no idea who you are, or you wouldn't be hiding behind all that stuff. Frankly, they're no better than the people who go shopping in their jammies.
In contrast, there was a teenage girl also in line who was a bit of a spaz and hanging with her spazzy friends (one has to question her purchasing a mocha frappuccino on top of that spazziness, but we were all spazzes at that age, too). She was wearing layered cami's, funky jewelry, jeans appropriate to her body type, and instead of stilettos she was wearing pink Converse. LOVED her style. Just standing in line with her next to the retarded lemmings for a mere 10 minutes, I knew exactly who that girl was with her cute and funky style.
Now, I love a fabulous shoe. And a fabulous bag. And all sorts of fabulous things. And I hate seeing women (especially toward my age) who just give up and dress schlubby because all of us look twice as big when we try to hide behind oversized clothes. You gotta at least dress like you care about yourself - no matter what your style - or you don't give anybody else any reason to treat you like you should be cared about.
But I'm just not impressed by anyone wearing those pieces of fabulous when their whole look (and behavior) indicates that they're not as fabulous as the various parts. I mean, there's confidence and then there's behaving like the rest of the world doesn't exist, which is exactly what 99.9% of the retarded mall lemmings do. I thought, perhaps, I had accidentally worn an invisbility cloak while window shopping since it didn't matter to the retarded lemmings that they'd just walk right into me or practically shove me over when they wanted to see something.
The best part of all was that the leader of the retarded lemming gaggle in Starbucks started introducing herself to another group of retards with "Remember me? I'm the worship leader at church!" OH RIGHT!
Priceless.