To my fly by night friends who can’t even return my phone call from a week ago, but I see you posting your facebook statuses daily. You’re an asshole. You want me to drop everything though and run and jump when you have a whim to plan a “girls night”. I’m expected to open up my apartment till the early morning hours for you to escape your mundane marriages which you’re bored of but so fucking dependent upon. When I read, “My hubby said I could go to girls night, Yippy!” That was the last straw. Really? He gave you permission? I’m so glad your hubby allowed you to attend, but I won’t be there. I don’t want to hang out with some pathetic stepford wife. This ain’t the 1950’s! —You have permission to fuck off
This article appears in Dec 12-18, 2013.
“This ain’t the 50’s”
Hah. Good luck finding a man to take care of you with that attitude, Toots.
The last time I needed permission..was from my mother….40 or so years ago, if you can’t trust your partner…you have zilch for a relationship.
So glad I’m a guy…!
On the next episode of MAD MEN….
Anyone up for a girls night at Nukka’s?
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You’re right op, this AIN’T the 50s. So get off the damn phone. I fucking hate the phone and will actually avoid doing things with people if it means i have to have a long, drawn out conversation over the phone beforehand.
Why don’t you try meeting them halfway and PMing them on facebook or sending a text? It’s not all about how you want to do things. Try it that way and see if you don’t get more attention. And for christssake, stop insulting people because you miss them and feel left out. You either like these people and want to be around them or you don’t.
I was kind of confused about this bitch… is it more about that your friend didn’t reply or because her husband “has to give her permission”?
If it’s about the no reply, that is rude. You can’t expect someone to be there only when you want them… friendship is a 2 way street. To Scissors, I personally hate texting but I do it anyways for my friends. I would much prefer a phone call. If you were truly friends, it shouldn’t matter how you communicate, you should just want to no matter the medium.
As for the permission thing, that is unbelievable but really none of your business. For some fucked up reason, some ladies’ ideas of a perfect life is being the blowup doll to men. So you shouldn’t get too wound up about it.
Yeah, I know plenty of folks who go MIA when they start dating people (some bitchers included, even! *shakeshead*).
Which is complete bullshit because I know plenty of folks who DON’T go MIA when they start dating people.
If you don’t have any more respect for others than to drop them when you start getting laid, then you can fuck right off to fuckety off land as far as I’m concerned.
Where and when Nukka?