Thursday, April 17, 2008
Opine, Opine, Opine
I’ve been trying to curb my road rage...and that annoyance has to go somewhere. So, I’m going to have to vent some way. An unfortunate victim will be a commenter here because what they said is just ridiculous and, frankly, annoying.
This is a comment re: my post on baggy pants and some ridiculous fucking law they want to sign in the state of FL regarding baggy pants.
"I agree with you on alot of these point and I love ur out look on things but open up your mind a lil more you dont think the way you dress or the way I dress or my friend dresses originated from something too the world just repeats it self we see something we like we try to copy it and add a lil bit of new stuff we have...bottom line clothes are material think before you call a person wearing saggy jeans a douche bagg cause who knows they are most likely saying the same thing about your style
keep writting tho I love it email me too” ~ jr
First of all, dear GOD, what is up with your grammar and lack of punctuation? Let me offer you some helpful advice: It would be a hell of a lot easier to follow what you’re trying to say if you would let me know when one sentence finishes and another one begins.
Second, and this is just a pet peeve of mine so don’t take it personally...it’s not just directed at you, it’s directed at anyone who does this: it’s “A lot” not “alot”. Ok? Two words. A. Lot.
Moving to the meat of your comment: Of course the way we dress originates from somewhere. Congratulations, Detective. Regardless, the fact of the matter remains, the baggy pants look did indeed begin in jails as a signal to other inmates who was ready for sex. Just because you don’t like that fact does not mean it changes. The point is, people who wear baggy pants, more often than not, are trying desperately to inform the rest of the world just how bad ass they are, (ha! no pun intended), when the reality is, it started as a way of asking other male inmates to pound them in their backside. That just doesn’t scream, “I’m hard core gangsta” to me. Facts are facts. That is the reality. Learn to live with it.
Think before I call someone a douche bag? We are all entitled to our opinions. I am entitled to call someone who wears baggy pants around their ankles a douche bag, moron, insipid twit or any other noun as I deem fit because that, my dear, is my opinion. You don’t have to like it but guess what? This is America and thus far, we are not controlled by the Thought Police and until that time? I will voice my opinion at any time, any day, any where. I don’t much rightly care if you don’t like it. But thanks for trying, mom! I’m a grown up, I don’t need you to instruct me on what to think and what to say. I also call people who wear spandex with a roll of fat hanging over the edge disgusting pigs, douches, ignorant fucks, what have you. And guess what? You can call me any name in the book, too! See how that works? We are FREE to think whatever the hell we want! And, this is my blog, I get to write out what I think about that exactly as I want. Whee! Isn’t freedom great?
Finally, I don’t rightly care what anyone says about my clothing. I do not buy clothes to please other people or make statements to anyone. I’m not trying to impress you or anyone else with my attire. (Jesus on a pogo stick, read some of my archives on this very topic.) I buy clothes that I like, that are comfortable and look good on me and don’t make me look like a fuck stick as I walk down the street. Now, if someone sees me walking down the street and says, “Good LORD look at her! I can’t believe she’s wearing that! What a fuck stick!” I don’t care.
Let me give you a real good lesson that will greatly improve your life: ‘Other peoples’ opinions of me are none of my business.’
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Whether it’s favorable or not, it’s not my business and I certainly do not care. Do these people who think I’m a fuck stick pay my rent? My car insurance? Food? No? Then who gives two shiny shits what they say or think about me. I highly recommend you do the same in life. Stop giving a shit what other people say about you and your material crap like clothing.
It. Doesn’t. Matter.
Oh, one more thing....I don’t even know you, why would I email you?
Nonetheless, thanks for stopping by. And please, PLEASE work on punctuation. It’s painful to read something like that.
(And, jr, trust me, I let you off lightly.)
