A very good friend of mine who is a rabit 3rd-wave feminist with a large internet following was just telling me that some of the most misogynistic people you will run across are men who consider themselves allies. Almost invariably they still resort to gendered insults and making comments about a girl’s tits when they show some cleavage on the internet.
You are mistaken when you say “I thought”. You came to a conclusion after forming a feeling consistent with your idea of yourself as a decent person. Coming to a conclusion isn’t thought, especially when you haven’t even begun to think.
And the person making degrading references to tits in this thread would be Morgenstern, not me.
Incidentally, “rabit” should probably be spelled “rabid” and suggests foaming at the mouth and crazy. I’m not so sure you should refer to your very good friend that way.
Oh, I should explain that I’m drunk. Three hour advertising lunches can do that to you. And also that you’re an asshole.
Actually, I came to the conclusion that you’re a liar because, other than a “get your law or medical degree in a weekend for $199.00 USD” school, you’re just too “challenged” to cross any bridge that requires opening a book.
No doubt, I’m a asshole, but, your a drunk, who will still be drunk who makes his living in advertising. I suppose you could sober up and get a job that isn’t subconsciously manipulating people’s emotions to fleece them of their money, but it is really more likely that I’ll stop being an asshole, isn’t it?
If history is any precedent, I doubt it.
And I still don’t care what you feel or fantasize about me. Except to the extent that you are such a miserable dick that I’d be a bit offended if you didn’t despise me.
To paraphrase a quote: “I may be drunk, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be an asshole.”
SS, you had a point- Monty *was *being a dick about his rude, coy and dancing on the grave comment about Opal.
But you’re losing this war of words by simply doing the verbal equivalent of punching yourself in the face.
So, to sum up:
“I don’t care what YOU think!”
“Well, I don’t care what YOU think!”
“Oh yeah? Well, I double dog don’t care what YOU think!”
“Sez you! I triple dog don’t care what YOU think!”
“HA! I can’t care what YOU think because YOU can’t think!”
“My big brother’s next door neighbor’s DOG thinks better than YOU think!”
“I would rather put out my own eyes with Charles Manson’s dirty toenails than care what YOU think!”
“I would rather eat my own head with a bucket of mucus than care what YOU think!”
Schwartz:* Well I double-DOG-dare ya!*
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a “triple dare you”? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.
Schwartz: I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating]* Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!*
Cool, I’ll enjoy my paid for 3-hour steak and wine lunches and people can keep buying Chevy’s and we’ll all be happier. Except for you because you’re a miserable person.
LOL, Best line/username combo ever. I’m sending you 2 internets for this contribution.
Because nothing says “quality conversation” like drunk assholes.
Stop right there! Does your rabit have air conditioning? WE MUST KNOW!
*you’re
That was Churchill’s reply to Lady Astor re ugly. And her comeback should have been, “no Winston, you’ll be drunk again tomorrow. In the morning.” And she should have been right.
But you’re no Churchill… fuck- you’re not even a Lady Astor.
Heh, it’s actually a play on the name of one of my favorite photographers, Garry Winogrand. But also sometimes at work I get to day drink a lot on somebody else’s dime. Thanks TV stations that want my client’s money!
If you watch Mad Men, I’m basically Harry Crane.
And the person who referred to posters as “catty bitches” was you, dumb-fuck.