Let me say that I understand and accept metro-sexuality. I do not personally care whether my shirt is goodwill or Gucci, or if my shoes look like their talking when I walk, but I do not judge. What I can’t quite get my head around is seeing television shows, movies, and now even books that have heterosexual men flaunting their half-million dollar necklaces and earrings. There are music videos with barely clothed women lap-dancing on men with more jewelry (sorry, Bling) on than the queen of England. Manicures, pedicures, intricately cut hairstyles, and tanning are…masculine? I must have missed that meeting. There is a common stereotype that many women like to shop when they are feeling depressed, therefore filling an emotional void with material possessions which give them a false sense of worth, which in the end just makes them more emotionally empty. I am not saying that most women do this, but I have had a lot of them tell me that shopping makes them feel better, I have never heard a male say this to me though. Why then is there this surge in heterosexual men decking themselves out in so many rubies and diamonds? Is it to get girls? I doubt that very many women find it attractive to see men adorned with nicer accessories than them. Is it to show off their wealth? I would like to jettison myself off of this planet with the aid of a high powered cannon if we are getting that materialistic. Could it be that this obsession with “ice” is just so that these men can cover up some deep emotional hole? Who really knows why some people do the things that they do, this is a diverse world and I like it that way. In my opinion, “Bling” is nothing but jewelry for men, take it for what you will.
Preface: The flollowing is a rant, a mean fucked up one, I typed it in about 2 minutes while drunk and mad at something. I would never harm another human being (except in self defense).
That being said…
Little spoiled cunts need to have their faces smashed into a door and their assholes fucked with crowbars. This goes for girls and guys, the ones that I see at 16 years of age driving around in brand new Lincoln Navigators with “princess” or “Dave Matthews” stickers on them. These people with their “drama” that control and fuel their terribly empty existences, where the tragedy of the day is that one of their friends deleted them off of myspace, and their phones don’t have the capability to satisfy them sexually (stick them up their asses and put them on vibrate?). The fact that science is actually helping people become less human, less connected with themselves, instead of working diligently at getting us off of this polluted planet makes me want to throw up in a glass and swallow it back down. What would some of these sheep be without their online personas? Without their cars and phones and fake tits? I can imagine a scene of rapid devolution, many people uttering broken phrases and trying to scratch their skulls (which they couldn’t get to do to overuse of hair products) while slowly grouping together with whoever they come across, and walking aimlessly until they all tumble off of a cliff. This all could just be an overblown fantasy of mine, but I bet the scene would be quite grand.
