RTs #29: aryan nation and dumb girls
1. what is going on in here? at the illustrious smu dedman center (what most normal people call the gym) there are 2 sides of basketball courts, separated by the hallway. 4 goals on one side (so that 2 games can be played separately on that side) and 2 more goals on the other side (so one more game can be played. thats 3 total games possible for all you descartes out there). as i am leaving the gym, i look to my left, on the side with 4 goals, and it looks to be armenians, pakistanis, and black guys (i dont like the term african-american, b/c its too presumptuous and borderline patronizing...wait, shouldnt that i mean i like it? whatever)...on the side with 2 goals is a group of marginally coordinated white guys who all appear to be quite aryan looking. is this a coincidence? i probably wouldnt have noticed if they were all in the same half but the whiteys are all off by themselves leaving the "coloreds" (feel free to giggle at that term) to play together.
i guess smu didnt get the memo on integration and the civil rights movement...moving along:
2. i wonder what happens to "plastic" girls (or even guys) when someone uncovers that they have no wit, personality, or intellect beyond cosmo magazine and what happened on "the hills" last week? is this their greatest fear, or are they so dim (glib?) that they do not even realize this glaring flaw? what do plastics talk about? whom do they marry? do they go for the rich sugar daddy or the mimbo-slash-high-school-jock type?
these questions need to be answered
...come to think of it, i think i know what some of them do. they talk about the past (high school, sorority rush if they made it that far), go tanning, drink (read: hook up with me), and take pics to post on wherever (think: myspace, facebook, webshots, snapfish, adult friend finder) with captions like "your so hott" and "heartbreakers" and other such malarkey. i say we collect all these idiots, have our way with them a few times, and send them off to an island somewhere and let the cameras roll. who's with me?
i guess smu didnt get the memo on integration and the civil rights movement...moving along:
2. i wonder what happens to "plastic" girls (or even guys) when someone uncovers that they have no wit, personality, or intellect beyond cosmo magazine and what happened on "the hills" last week? is this their greatest fear, or are they so dim (glib?) that they do not even realize this glaring flaw? what do plastics talk about? whom do they marry? do they go for the rich sugar daddy or the mimbo-slash-high-school-jock type?
these questions need to be answered
...come to think of it, i think i know what some of them do. they talk about the past (high school, sorority rush if they made it that far), go tanning, drink (read: hook up with me), and take pics to post on wherever (think: myspace, facebook, webshots, snapfish, adult friend finder) with captions like "your so hott" and "heartbreakers" and other such malarkey. i say we collect all these idiots, have our way with them a few times, and send them off to an island somewhere and let the cameras roll. who's with me?
posted by bruce dickinson at 8/04/2006 04:03:00 PM
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