All people are inherently self-centered. This is a truism that people apply easily to others but really can’t apply to themselves without constant work. What makes this even harder for some is when they count themselves among a group of people who see themselves as perpetually wronged. Today we are going to talk about just such a group, nerds. Yeah the free ride is over nerds. I’m calling you on your bull and I took AP classes like a Klansman who once dated a black girl I’m one of you so don’t even try to say I’m just picking on you, I’m not trying to hear it. Nerds are people who are constantly portrayed as sexless losers who are constantly picked on in high school. What makes this a problem is that as nerds grow up they gain a ton of privilege but never shed the mindset that they are perpetually under-appreciated. This leads to all kinds of self-centered behavior that basically boils down to being one of the worst kinds of asshole. The one who blames their on everyone else. Read the rest of this entry »
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He Said/She Said: Women’s Basketball – The Aftermath
After facecurtainista blessed you with “Sports In Real Life Vol. 2: The Future for Women’s Hoops“, we thought we’d follow up now that the women’s championship game has come and gone. For those of you keeping up with our “He Said/She Said” series, we’re back for a fourth installment. Here are the first three (For Colored Girls, Making Love vs. Having Sex, Love Jones) in case you missed them. I brought along our resident Threader who played collegiate basketball to discuss the aftermath of last night. She brought you this gem that shattered myths about female basketball players. I don’t pretend to be a huge women’s basketball fan, but like many men, I was tuned in and turned on.
Why were men suddenly so interested in watching a women’s basketball game?
He Said: Let me go ahead and just get this out of this way. This is why men were tuned in:
Getting The Guts To Go Bald
This post is for the ladies:
We all know what a chore it is to keep the downtown area… managed. I’ve always been one to try hair removal creams, razors, or heck, let it be. But recently, my MOTHER of all people has been trying to convince me to put my big girl panties on (or rather, shed those little girl undies) and get a wax. A full Brazilian wax.