I Hate Stupid Girls

I loathe stupid girls.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of my soul, I wish that they did not exsist. However, I believe that most of the time stupid girls are NOT without cleverness - their stupidity is merely an Oscar-Winning Performance to gain the attention of the nearest male homosapien.

And for what, pray tell?

That the boy/man/guy/jerk-who-could-really-care-less-about-who-you-are-but-only-cares-about-what-you-will-give-him look at that girl and mentally - or verbally - lewdly inspect her "assets?" COME ON, LADIES! We deserve more than that! Stupid Girls give the ambitious, independent, and confident women a bad name. They make us appear less than worthy of a good man, a good job, and, plaintively put, lower the intelligence of women everywhere.

Don't ask me a stupid "helpless little ol' me" question just because a boy walked into the room. Don't pretend that everything is suddenly insanely funny and your high-pitched giggle is going to be liquidized so you might as well use it all you can. Don't twirl the ends of your bleach-blonde-black-root hair or pop the loudest bubbles possible - no one likes to listen to your smacking. Please refrain from showing us everything and THEN some with your isty-bitsy cheerleader-night-out-after-the-game apparel. Stop packing on the makeup - be confident to go withOUT it for once. OR, if you ARE going to insist on wearing it, be sure you know how to apply it. Don't toss your hair-spray frozen tresses in my face, and don't constantly run your fingers through your paved-flat sticks. Ditch the ohmigod squeal and shoot for something less annoying. Also, wipe that "I'm clueless" look off of your face. Burn the Blondes Do It Better tees, and better yet, shred the other half of your sexual-innuendo-soaked wardrobe.

A man who would lower himself to date such a woman is only adding insult to injury. I can't help but assume that something is seriously lacking in his life or self image to resort to dating a tanned-leather bimbo. He puts his other friends through misery when Barbie tags along, feeling obliged to side with his nerve-grating date or - God forbid - end up alone with his truck and dog. Fortunately for the guy who ends up alone, conversations with a blank white wall are more stimulating.

But, I digress.
Still, it's a shameful epidemic that ravages today's young girls.
Maybe we should create a world-wide quarantine. I'd gladly be the warden of such a prison. =)