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Double Standard.

Posted in editoryal by cruela de vil on June 6, 2011

Noong Linggo lang napagalitan nanaman ako ng Mama ko. Matigas kasi ang ulo ko. Alam ko nang magagalit sila pero ginawa ko parin. Guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Kaya naman hindi na ako lumaban pa’t sinalo ko lahat ng bullets, missiles, grenade, at iba pa. Ganyan ko kasi naririnig ang sermon ni Mama. Parang armalite na walang humpay ang ratrat. Halos memorize ko na nga ang speech niya dahil paulit-ulit lang. Kaya naman mas mainam pang hindi nalang magsalita.

Mabalik tayo sa kwento. Napagalitan ako kasi hindi ako natulog sa bahay. Bilang only child, natural na sa magulang ang maging overprotective. Partida, 22 na ako. Pero siyempre, iginagalang ko ang pagiging istrikto nila kahit mas malimit akong pasaway. Yun lang, nabengbang ako kasi sa bahay ako ng boyfriend ko natulog. Bembang talaga to the max.

Hindi naman ako kinagalitan tulad ng pagalit sa akin noong ako’y highschool pa. Malumanay naman sila sa pagkausap sa akin. Ngunit hindi ko matanggap ang mga punto nila. Napaisip ako ng malalim. At ngayon sadyang kailangan ko lamang ilabas ang produkto ng pag-iisip kong iyon.

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It’s a bitch’s World: The Mean Girl Syndrome

Posted in It's a Bitch's World by cruela de vil on May 4, 2011

Mean Girls (2004) is an American teen comedy film, which describes how female high school social cliques operate, and the effect they can have on girls. The film stars Lindsay Lohan (and yes, she’s still sane here) and a supporting cast including Rachel McAdams, Amanda Seyfried, Lacey Chabert, and Lizzy Caplan.

This movie has truly exposed the downside of womanhood. Girls love to fight each other. Compared to the other half of the human population, girls tend to compete, fight, and belittle each other more frequently. Have you noticed how these sluts tends to look another one of their kind from head to toe? And when the person has passed by, girls would immediately whisper a “critique” to their friend. Yes, in every girl, there’s a bitch mode just waiting to be unleashed. Everybody’s clean. Everybody’s perfect. Well, they’re not. We’re not.

High school years

And neither will I be claiming purity of this shit. Back in high school, I am a mean girl in disguise of a boyish teen. People would pity me for being the “underdog” as the “mean girls” belittle me, talk shit behind my back, and others. I would appeal to my friends, acting like the loser, and seek for revenge. In the end, I don’t know if I really did, but I felt like winning. The mere fact that I’ve gathered sympathy is enough for me to be empowered.

Thus, I walk our hallways with pride and my forehead up in the sky. My eyebrow is always raised to every bitch, slut, whore, nerd, and ugly babe passing by me. And when someone gets on my back, and fight me, I act out as the victim. And a gush of sympathy and hatred is thrown to my offender. Oh yeah, I feel the power.

Kaya kong manlait ng tao, pumuna ng mga mali sa kanila, at kung anu-ano pa and get away with it dahil people pity me. I make it a point that I am the underdog in this shit. I do not commit mistakes. People just hate me.

But eventually I just had to grow up.

The truth is, I am the type of person who just doesn’t care. Suplada. If you’re not my friend, you will not expect me to greet you in the hallways. You cannot expect me to do the first move just to be chums with you. No way in hell bitch. If you don’t want to be my friend, I would not be your friend. If you will not smile at me, I will never smile at you. I may know your name, but I’ll never say hi to you. Kaya madaming naiinis sakin. Akala nila mayabang ako. But the truth is, I just don’t care.

Besides, kung mayabang man ako, may ipagyayabang naman talaga ako.

It is an instinct for girls to make things difficult for their kind. They talk trash about other girls behind their backs. And this shit is of the next level! Omg, you couldn’t imagine how personal it could get. It would start on a professional level, and then suddenly the conversation takes a spin. Later, these cliques would talk about the person’s hair, dress, physical attributes, and others. Oh men, I could go on and on.

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