Men are such bastards, perhaps I’m turning into a lesbian or something. Hey, it could be worse.
I’m watching TV and was just typing up a ‘proper’ post on the actual blog. There’s a film on, Baby Cart 6. God, these films are grotesque. I think they may have inspired Tarantino’s Kill Bill, bless his twisted nerdy and annoying heart. So: this lady is bathing. Her brother, a samurai, decides that he doesn’t want their bloodline to die out as they’ve got to stop the psycho samurai and his demon kid, so he plucks her out of the bath, and rapes her. Father busts in, kills them both, then laments that the son was their only hope against psycho demon samurai and his little beastie.
Er, hello??? What about your daughter? She even apologised as she was being brutalised??? Damn draconian bastards.
Earlier this evening, Carrie Bradshaw in an episode of Sex and the City, is quoted by a New York Times reviewer as all things good, but also of thinking of men as disposable. Both sexes can suck, but let me just clear this up: men are not disposable. At least, not to me. But hey, ha ha, I’ve actually yet to be with one, so what would I know??? Though for Carrie to have a career at all, she’d have to think of men as some sort of consumable commodity…perhaps a literary vagina dentata (I can’t believe I had an opportunity to use it, ugh. What next, I become a cinema studies arsehole? No way!!!).
Hopefully, I’ll wake up tomorrow, still have a crush on Lisa Loeb, and still very much be into guys. Mmm, guys, they can be yummy.
