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[rispacooper]

I have already ranted about this in real life, and about a few other things. And I don't really want to go into it other to say that I started out in a very good mood today, I was even dancing around at work singing "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado to myself and watching "Bringing Up Baby"-one of my favorite movies ever. Just a happy mood, nice weather, good coffee kind of day.

And then my male coworkers had to spread the love.

So again, I say, MEN SUCK.

And no, when a woman is mad at you, it doesn't always mean PMS or that she needs to get laid. Her vagina and the surrounding area are not the problem. Sometimes, men, YOU are the problem.

And by this I mean, her refusal to cater to your ego on a daily basis as well as clean up after you and ensure that you are taken care of and that you're okay and that you're getting your job done even though you are an adult and fully capable, does not make her a bitch.

*Age-old argument I know*

Sigh. And my gays (you know who you are), you of course are exempt. You have been nothing but courteous. Well alright, occasionally pissy, but no pissier than me and usually for the same reasons. Sometimes you just have to choke a bitch. :)

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[paraxdisepink.livejournal.com]

But don't you know that the male ego is the number one priority? Honestly.

Promiscuous = good song

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

the best/worst part? that these asses, including the main one, think i am kidding when i flat out tell them i hate them and they are useless to work with.

KIDDING!!!!! it doesn't get more direct than that.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

You know, I've often wondered WHY men are sellfish beasts as a whole, and I have come to the conclusion it's because of that complete inability to multi-task. Because they only see in front of them (TASK ALERT, TASK ALERT), they are incapable of "periperal" vision. This makes them perfect hunters and lousy co-workers. When you are fixated on getting one task done and can't be assed to care about anything else, it seems to me to really be more or less a genetic propensity to assholishness.

On a happier note. "Bringing up Baby" is one of my favorite movies.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

If only even ONE task had been getting done.

Sigh.

Bringing Up Baby makes me laugh even now, and I can quote almost every line. I like how angry Cary Grant gets in the nightie, with the dog barking, and the old women asking him questions and Susan babbling and then he finally just snaps all gets fierce and dominant...all while still wearing the nightie.

Reow.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

He IS priceless in that movie. My favorite role for him. She is wonderful, too. And although I generally adore her, this was before she morphed into that Kate Hepburn thing she did in later movies. She was so ingenue here.

I can't speak rationally on the subject of men, frankly. They are, by and large turds of the first order. I married one and I HAD one, but I would NEVER get married again. EVER. And in case it's not clear EVER! Although I'd have my son again in a heartbeat cause you love your kids even though you know they are going to grow up into their special brand of of turdiness.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

you know, looking at it, i clearly have always been interested in those random kinky moments of films...subtext city. I was watching Police Academy the other day (haven't since I was very very young) and there's some transgender randomness in that movie too. Not nearly as hot as "I just went GAY all of the sudden!" --which they used to cut out Bringing Up Baby when they played it on tv.

Imagine my surprise to watch it on dvd the first time.

*snarls at men in general*

though turdiness is an awesome word

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

"I just went GAY all of the sudden!"

Which considering his proclivities...

You know the other movie I adore him in? "My Favorite Wife" with Irene Dunne. That also has Randolph Scott in it, who was his lover at the time. They were a couple for a number of years. Can you imagine the fangirl swooning when the two of them walked into the room. Beat still my beating...heart.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

hahaha

and then their secret little smirks to each other at all the unneeded female attentions? oh goodness.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

God, talk about feeling woefully inadequate. Between the two of THEM! There's NO WAY to compete. You'd just crawl into a corner with your highball and drool at them through the haze of liquor.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

Mmm of course, then one could think of grizzled older versions of both of them. Father Goose meets Ride Lonesome. That could help with the sting of rejection.

I'd pay to watch them make out. Not have sex though...I just can't quite make black and white icons fuck in my head. I can see Cary as a giver of great head though.

Odd.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I also jones for older Cary Grant. Sigh. And frankly, there's nothing more depressing than being rejected because you're not the right sex. I mean, you can't exactly console yourself that if you hadn't decided on a diet of Hersey chocolate bars and Fritos (not like I know of whence I speak), you'd be hot. Or at least you'd be in the RUNNING.

Plus, I'm ancient hon. Jonesing for older men comes with my territory. Of course, jonesing for younger men is good too.

I liked Father Goose, too. I think that Leslie Caron had possibly the sexiest mouth on on woman EVAH!

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

not the old, just grizzled part. mmm razor burn=no.