Myspace has created the perfect skeeze. And now that she has been created, she is being duplicated. Now as I look through my list of friends I see girls whom I normally respect showing off tit shots and bikini photos and other sexually charged but totally unoriginal photos.
These are girls that are supposed to be writers, artists, and businesswomen. Try to pick one up in a bar and you will most likely be shot down without mercy. So why, ladies, when you wouldn’t let some random d-bag at a bar blatantly stare down your top after buying you a shot, are you only too happy to post much more revealing shots for just anyone to stare at?
And how many of your coworkers, students at your college, or other people that may someday remember this conduct are able to see this. And aside from the photos, what are you writing in your blogs? Talking about how you called in sick when half the people you work with have suscribed to our blog-at your request.
What’s with this sick need to overshare? Ever hear of too much information?
Get real, girls. I know, coming from me, that’s liable to produce a few giggles. It’s pretty sad when I’m the one looking around shaking my head.
But seriously-life is not a wet T-shirt contest. It’s a bummer, but deal with it. And button your fucking top back up.
“…life is not a wet T-shirt contest.”
Seriously? Well, I’m grabbing a towel and heading home with my last shred of dignity.
And by the way, someone owes me $300.
…that’s the last time anyone gets me to drink apple martini’s. Sheez!
Shit, dude. I sent that memo out like, a week ago. Just as soon as I found out I sent a memo out and CC’s it to K’jo. I knew I wasn’t the only one who needed to hear that.
And I never would have had you drink an appletini-just the smell makes me gag. I’m blame-free on this one. But I’m sure you’l be able to point a finger in my direction next time you do something to humiliate yourself in public.
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