Sunday, March 17, 2013

SLAGGING THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES

One of my friends confesses herself distressed at the absence of a romantic element in my life, and has resolved to at some point find me a girlfriend. This is both reassuring, and almost certainly a waste of her time.

I don't really like females, you see.
Oh sure, as a heterosexual man, I do "like" them.
But the majority of women are not people I would wish to know.


I've never had much patience for Hello Kitty. Nor with the shopping district, make-up, and fashion accessories. Conversely, those people who absolutely reject the value system by eccentricities like tattoos, piercings, drug use, and weird hang-ups also completely repel me.

Anybody who watches more than one or two hours of television per week has probably been brainwashed; there are several teevee shows (and shopping channels) that shrivel the souls of their female fanbase down to the size of a tiny dessicated blob of canine excrement.

Most women in this world are flighty, silly, and irredeemably spam-brained. Repulsive, shallow, and well-nigh unbearable for any length of time. Readers of self-help, celebrity gossip, fashion magazines, and trashy fiction, whose fantasies revolve around sexual interludes with vampires, gangsters, football players, and hobbits.

Unless they are from Hong Kong or the Philippines, in which case they obsess about rich men who will provide them with unlimited funds for handbags, shoes, designer clothing, and Hello Kitty.
Which indicates that those women are Japanese at heart. Or would like nothing better than an all expenses paid shopping trip to Paris, Milan, or Tokyo.

There are exceptions.

Of course.

And naturally, they're all in relationships already. Women of wit and intellect are so rare that they attract without realizing it.
Anyone who has found such a person inevitably wishes her to be happy, and worries about not being special enough to engineer that result.
Doing so seldom involves handbags, shoes, Hello Kitty, designer shmatte, tattoos, piercings, meds, or shopping orgies in Paris, Milan, or Tokyo.


OFF-KILTER GENERALIZATIONS

European females rather despise much about America, without actually knowing anything about the place. They think inside the Eury box, and pooh-pooh anything different.
American women worship the Real Housewives, and haven't read anything since Bridges of Madison County or a diet book. They are unimaginative, and their tastes are pedestrian.
Asian women have no opinions, never read, obsess about their pale skin, and refuse to walk anywhere because it might firm them up. They're rather dim and they complain a lot.
Latinas are conceited and unbearable, and consider themselves "hot stuff". Frequently they evince impatience with men who are not sufficiently impressed, and act out in a vulgar fashion.
French women tend to sneer and patronize, and often flirt embarrassingly with every Jean-Paul, Jacques, and Philippe who looks hotter than the man they are with.
English women are cold and unpleasant, often worse snobs than their men, with horrible taste in food, clothing, entertainment, and friends. They also need too much validation.
Hong Kong women are needy shopaholics with gold-digger tendencies, who wish life were a perpetual whirl of other people trying to make them deliriously happy.
Japanese women are adept at hiding what they think, and actually have no thoughts whatsoever. Their lives revolve around Hello Kitty and exclaiming "kawaii!"
German women are appallingly bourgeois, blessed with little or no sense of humour, nor any linguistic capacity. They are somber consumerists, and wrong about everything.
Spanish women: unhygienic know-it-alls, and less intelligent than they think.
Phillippinas are superficial, shallow, and extremely judgemental, though often charming. They know every fashion label there is, and have a calculator in their brain.
Asian American women: bigots and Barbie-wannabees, frequently crazier than batshit.
San Francisco women are into drugs, tattoos, veganism, yoga, and wealthy lawyers. There is absolutely nothing there. Their conversation revolves entirely around themselves.
Bay Area women are politically opinionated and remarkably ignorant. Yet unaware of how stupid, vain, and arrogant they sound. Good lord, they just won't shut up.
Southern California women are completely fake, besides being upstuck, pretentious, and crass.
Taiwanese women always are insufferably whiny and full of themselves.
Southern women more often than not are complete dingbats.
Icelandic women tend to be small and smelly.
Australians are often drunk.
Scots are grim.


The following types are completely repulsive: Slavic blondes, Turkish women, Arabians, Brahmin women from Gujarat, the Panjab, or Uttar Pradesh, Persians, Norwegian women, Vietnamese, Greeks, Serbians, Albanians, Slovenes, Swedes, Siamese, Irish, New Englanders, Danes, Greeks, Koreans, Malaysians & Indonesians, Uzbekis, Philadelphians, Bostonians, Marinites, and damned well anyone from Daly City.


In fact, most women are perfect company for football fans, pinstriped Republicans, grease-stained motorbike afficinonadoes, gun-collecting survivalists, frat boys, Texans, up and coming members of the sales and marketing departments, wife-beating hicks, Ashton Kuchner, Christians, soccer players, socialists, real-estate agents and speculators, SUV owners, sports-obsessed yobbos, yoga instructors, Serbians, Southerners, drunken suburbanite meatballs, pierced and tattooed artists and musicians, bankers, European pretendeurs, Mormons, pizza-eating beer-swilling game-watching subliterate corporate monkeys, and junior stockbrokers.

Which is a very fortunate circumstance!
There are plenty of those.


I'll just hide out with a cup of tea and a pipe-full of English tobacco, reading a book by an author whose name you probably cannot pronounce, and enjoying the pleasant company of my stuffed armadillo.

He doesn't say much.

Nor is he cognizant of Prada or yoga.

But at least he doesn't talk about shopping or sports.



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22 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh my, that was quite the rant. Very funny but I happen to know that you are a really very nice man, always kind to people & animals. Way smarter that 99.9% of us (I include myself) and highly self educated, so much so that my eyes roll to the back of my head because my brain is not capable of digesting half the information you expound. BTW Froggy, I'm a pot smoking, Harley riding, tattooed Jew raising 3 children on my own. Unfortunately for me I can't smoke pot because I'm afraid DCF will take my children. This is not California and the officials in Florida are not amused. I can't ride my Harley because I don't have time (cooking & cleaning for 3 kids plus full time work) and now the tag is expired. The tattoos are still there but I now consider them a long term reminder of a short term feeling. Like you I don't have a love interest. But that's because what woman will take a man that has 3 half black, half Jewish children that are educated way beyond their age group?...none. Ah well no matter I'll see my children through university and probably end up some weird guy sitting in my efficiency, smoking a pipe, sipping hot tea, reading something high brow, stroking my stuffed armadillo and patting myself on the back for being intellectually superior to everybody.

Anonymous said...

Fine. Fine. I'll stop. Maybe I'll just find you a perky little dachshund instead. Believe me, it will be easier.

Unconditional love. You know you want it. And short stubby legs. What could be better?

The back of the hill said...

Those are both charming and delightful comments!

Commenter number one: At least polish the Harley regularly; they get lonesome if you don't.

Commenter number two: A dachshund between fifteen and thirty five , please, who reads more than just romance or vampire fiction. And somewhere between four foot eleven and five foot five.
Thanks.
Dachshunds are incredibly intelligent creatures!

Anonymous said...

No. NO. No 15 year old dachshunds. No. Don't even think about it. Only legal dogs.

The back of the hill said...

You're right. They probably don't even seriously read until they're in their twenties anyhow.

So, correction: a dachshund between 21 and 35, who reads at a post college level, within certain key height parameters

Gunther Hund said...

Fifteen in dog years is impossible ancient in human years.

You senescophilic, boy?

The back of the hill said...

One generalization I forgot, which oversight I am now correcting:

Oakland women are foul-mouthed tattooed slags, probably diseased, and quite likely treacherous as well as given to violence.

As may be seen in this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=R3RSWQyI90I.

Note particularly the aggressive troll in the red halter top who uses the term "you f*(king refugee".

As well as her wussie lovers, especially the bearded gorilla who dominates the last minute and a half.
Somebody needs to visit Oakland with a baseball bat.

Gabrielle Silverman said...

Everything wrong with modern society is epitomized by Oakland.

The back of the hill said...

Oh hey, I also forgot 'strident'.

Oakland women are strident vulgarians.

And they smell bad.

Anonymous said...

You are absolutely right about Chinese and Phillipinos. I have dated dozens of them, and they are stuck up shallow airheads whose onloy attraction is that once you finally score they can be fun. Even that doesn't make them worhtwhile, though, and after a few weeks the relation always goes south.

What is it with them, and why are Asian girls so fucked up?
I'd really like to know.

The back of the hill said...

I have dated dozens of them

Maybe you're doing it wrong?

Anonymous said...

You really hate women, don't you.

Are you sure you're not a lesbian?

The back of the hill said...

Dear commenter number ten at 3:55 PM,

There is now an entire post devoted to you and your question.

Here: http://atthebackofthehill.blogspot.com/2013/03/why-are-asian-girls-so-messed-up.html?m=0

Please enjoy.

Anonymous said...

But it doesn't tell us anything about Dachshunds!

Where are the Dachshunds?

Cheat!

Higgins said...

Interesting.

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that.

The back of the hill said...

Precisely.

Anonymous said...

Dude, stay the fuck away from dogs. They do stuff like this

Disgusting little fuzzy perverts.

Wait... that could be the BEST of both worlds.

Anonymous said...

Dachshunden...... such inquisitive intelligent eyes, such soulful faces. The absolute ideal of dog-hood. Canines of class, top shelf!

Drool.

Bertie Wooster said...

"The f. of the s., more d. than the m.".

Anonymous said...

Bertie, your name-link seems to be mostly about pantyhose and lingerie.

That's a little suspicious.

More than.

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The back of the hill said...

NOTE: for commenters no. 2 at 9:34 PM, number 4 at 11:53 AM, 14 at 1:27 PM, 18 at 7:48 PM, and number 21 at 10:31 AM, there is this post: The Ideal Woman.

It encapsulates my thoughts about the matter PERFECTLY.

Oh yes indeed.

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