I despise stereotypical petite -framed women 
They believe they have something for someone. They believe they have something worth giving to a man: skin and bones, weakness, vanity and frail muscles, ferocious attitude and rabid stupidity.( Not all are like this, but many fit the mold)
They show compassion only for those their eyes desire and all else is disgusting, ugly, tasteless, and tacky, all since they say so.
The irony is that these are the women that end up alone. Oh, they have plenty of carbon copy girl-friends with whom they go clubbing on the weekends. Yet still, they desire no children, and desire no real responsibility save for their petty job and single bedroom apartment, lest they by chance share one with their doppelgngers thereby giving them even less responsibility.
For some inane reason the next generation of plastic barbies desire the same lifestyle. Perhaps, by proxy, they were destined to this: to perpetuate the uselessness of being a small-minded taxpayer.
So let them have their fucking low-carb cake and eat it too. Let them have their fat free dairies and diet sodas. But for the love of goodness and the sake of selective breeding, please do not mate with them. Let them die out. Let them fade away for all our sakes. Sure, they don't eat much or take up much air, but they will cost you an arm and a leg in cell-phones, fashion, and cosmetics.
Perhaps I am being judgmental. Perhaps I am stereotyping. But that is what I see everywhere all around me.
They believe they have something for someone. They believe they have something worth giving to a man: skin and bones, weakness, vanity and frail muscles, ferocious attitude and rabid stupidity.( Not all are like this, but many fit the mold) They show compassion only for those their eyes desire and all else is disgusting, ugly, tasteless, and tacky, all since they say so.
The irony is that these are the women that end up alone. Oh, they have plenty of carbon copy girl-friends with whom they go clubbing on the weekends. Yet still, they desire no children, and desire no real responsibility save for their petty job and single bedroom apartment, lest they by chance share one with their doppelgngers thereby giving them even less responsibility.
For some inane reason the next generation of plastic barbies desire the same lifestyle. Perhaps, by proxy, they were destined to this: to perpetuate the uselessness of being a small-minded taxpayer.
So let them have their fucking low-carb cake and eat it too. Let them have their fat free dairies and diet sodas. But for the love of goodness and the sake of selective breeding, please do not mate with them. Let them die out. Let them fade away for all our sakes. Sure, they don't eat much or take up much air, but they will cost you an arm and a leg in cell-phones, fashion, and cosmetics.
Perhaps I am being judgmental. Perhaps I am stereotyping. But that is what I see everywhere all around me.
ive met girls just like that