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by Pink01

You are a layman that has no idea what real power is.

It's laughable you think your accomplishments give you power when they are nothing special lol. And you even have to come on here and sniff out what you believe is fresh blood to get a high.

Someone more powerful could come here and stomp on you too...though I'd tell them to be careful because you're narc ego seems fragile.

I actually went back and reread one of your posts and realized you used the term "tiger mother" which is exactly what I was thinking about you. If you ever have kids you'll be a tiger mother and well lets hope they love your agendas as much as you loved your mothers. Or maybe you just wish you had one..

I really don't care - and don't wish to start a prolonged argument you just sound terribly unhappy

I'll bet you don't want a prolonged argument. You waddle in here screeching about weakness when you yourself are the embodiment of it. Your own argument collapsed in on itself here, and here's why:

I have a great deal of respect for lay people. The work they do is invaluable. I'm sorry you felt that you had to cower behind your computer screen and attempt to accuse them of being in someway inferior to other people in order to accuse me of either lying or to undermine me. I'm sure unions everywhere will strike today over the words of an anonymous internet coward who has aligned her screen named with that of a strong feminist singer/songwriter to compensate for her own failings. Whatever your motive (it could have been both, I supposed), you have failed.

If I ever have children I probably will be a tiger mother. My kids will be the kids who come to school, kids the shit out of the likes of yours academically and are then begged to play on their teams in PE class. After school they'll study and train for whatever sport they're going to be champions in, on the days that they don't have music lessons. If my own mother hadn't been a tiger mother, there's no way that someone who'd inherited the traits that I've  got would've got this far. Generally, being born with a sociopath and a psychopath for a father doesn't turn out well for a kid. In my case it turned out exceptionally well.

You, on the other hand, landed smack bang in a psychiatric facility shrieking about how you were going to kill yourself. It sounds like your parents did a fine job.

Oh! Before I go, I'd like to thank Pink for rushing in and attempting to defend the hapless Sugar Girl. I was literally just about to ask TSG how old she was, as my suspicion that she was in fact still in high school was growing stronger and stronger with every spurt of idiocy appearing next to TSG's avatar. It turns out that The Sugar Girl is much closer to the age of thirty than to fifteen, so thanks, Pink: now I don't have to spend the day wondering if I'm being a cunt for humiliating a child. So analysis of my "incorrect analysis of normal teenage thought" was itself incorrect: we aren't talking about a teenager here (and Pinky, seriously? You think that's how normal teenagers think?): we're talking about an emotionally stunted woman who just wanted to live safely in a past of her own reconstruction.

Enjoy your Tweenlit novels, Pinky. Maybe you can live in your novels, where you don't have to face reality. I wonder what else you have in common with The Sugar Girl? Let me know when you're ready to move on to trashy women's magazines and "50 Shades of Grey." JK. I don't want to know.

Best: Won art and poetry contests in the Senior category when I was in 7th and 8th grade.

Worst: Waking up at 6 am to catch the bus.

You are a layman that has no idea what real power is.

It's laughable you think your accomplishments give you power when they are nothing special lol. And you even have to come on here and sniff out what you believe is fresh blood to get a high.

Someone more powerful could come here and stomp on you too...though I'd tell them to be careful because you're narc ego seems fragile.

I actually went back and reread one of your posts and realized you used the term "tiger mother" which is exactly what I was thinking about you. If you ever have kids you'll be a tiger mother and well lets hope they love your agendas as much as you loved your mothers. Or maybe you just wish you had one..

I really don't care - and don't wish to start a prolonged argument you just sound terribly unhappy

by thesugargirl

stop clinging to wooster and get a backbone. this is why i don't take you seriously. you're impervious to sarcasm, and you can't stand on your own two feet. in fact, you're both stupid and delusional. i know this because you claim to have had 'control' over your teacher in high school, and how did you use this power? by showing off and trying to one up her at every opportunity. again this most likely goes back to your drive to compete with other women because your father didn't love you. you're weak, pathetic and have said nothing of any substance, at least not to me. ;)

Firstly, I do not know who Wooster is.

Secondly, I don't care who you take seriously, because guess what? I don't take you seriously. Yeah. Betcha didn't see that coming. I don't even need excessive punctuation to make that point. Everyone else would've seen it coming anyway, so using excessive punctuation, as you do (when you bother to use punctuation at all) would only serve to annoy anyone else who's reading this.

Thirdly, I have no problem with either women or men. I have never found myself needing to compete with women for attention or anything else, but you just told me that YOU have. Why is that? Why do you feel so undervalued? You've mentioned your Daddy again (we all know you're talking about your Daddy here, not mine. Let's stop the pretense. Your attempt to interrogate me ended before it began). Did Daddy ignore you? Abandon you? I don't believe that you were ever abused, for the same reason that I don't' believe you were ever bullied, You were just ignored, at school and at home. And there's a damned good reason for that: you're unexceptional.

Boring.

Nothing.

Dull.

Basically, abso-fucking-lutely nothing of note has happened in your lifetime, and abso-fucking-lutely nothing of note is likely to ever happen in your lifetime. You can't even blame your fruitless existence on your parents (although from the sounds of it your Daddy's getting a few bitchy words thrown his way whenever you're in the presence of your other family members. Provided that he's not there, of course). You've done nothing, you have nothing, and you are nothing.

Have a fantastic day at the office, WhateverYourNameIs! Maybe the office fashionista will let you look at her trashy magazine after she's finished with it. You might even get to eat half a box of KFC chips after The Girls return from lunch and have a need to discard of their leftovers.

Yeah, I remember one person who did something similar. Had me work all day on some lame project of theirs, and then didn't pay me, but invited me out to dinner. A place that was expensive. However, she wasn't offering to pay.

Hey... some people have different priorities in life.

That's why government taxes those people into a life of slavery and misery.

I mean you can't possibly believe that being rich is a happy situation, can you? Rich people do everything they can to gain acceptance. It is their life blood and they spend the majority of their time dealing with rejection, as they shoot too high or they end up in the hands of someone who has more predatory experience than them. It is the life of a cut throat. Genuinely...

Micheal Jackson meet Robin Williams.

These are the guys that survive... they simply do not give a fuk...

by TheCrowOnTheFence

Best: Hhhmm.  There are some options here.

- My tiny (5'1) Indian friend, Remington, wearing a top hat and chasing a heard of deer across the field behind the school, while Jimmy sang belted out Eye of the Tiger.

- When I froze the cafeteria, as a birthday gift to my best friend, Arkie.

- When Arkie brought a pile of soul relinquishing contracts to school and made people sign over their souls to him, every time they needed a pen or asked him to move or anything.  And then he got dragged off by a team of school therapists to be sat down and lectured, as to why "it is wrong, to steal someones soul". XD

- When all the girls in gym class simultaneously became mildly manic and we all ended up rolling on the gym floor for nearly 20 minutes, laughing hysterically.

- When some idiot in class asked (I kid you not) "Martin Luther King Jr?  Didn't he win a grammy?", and Arkie got up on his chair, struck his air guitar, and sang "I have a dream! Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh!".

 

 Sounds you had a proper good ol' boarding school!  (Just  wait till MrOmega condemns you as the evil reptilian illuminati.)

Worst: Hard to say. Really the whole experience, aside from the hilarity of a few of my comrades.

About the same for me. I think i slept through most of it, the worst and the best alike - never been a morning person. In retrospect, the whole experience strikes me as a negative balance of the scale. Lotsa wasted time i could've spent with something more constructive & educative.

things got UGLY. i even threatened to expose her (she was in the witness protection thing cos her family are all disgusting cunts)

different kinda spoiled..she got my blood pressure up sometimes

by Silkthread

Best: I tied for homecoming court with a girl who had serious daggers for me- even though I was new at school and far too quiet to be of any trouble to her. There was a revote and I won. She felt she deserved the win and sent one of her little slaves to come ask if I would step down from the position since I didn't want it anyway (had major isses with stage fright and the spotlight), but I would not give her the satisfaction even though it meant having to tremble in front of an audience, so I kept it.

 

Wow. Just, wow. They sure do take the Homecoming Queen business seriously in your neck of the woods!

In my last year of high school the teachers voted for "The King and Queen of the Ball" (I lived in one of those countries desperate to retain its (British) traditions for fear of succumbing to American traditions. It made absolutely no sense: these imbeciles would kowtow to one oppressor but take pride in refusing the traditions of another, whose culture was prized by its young people as opposed to violently resisted historically by the natives of the land). Naturally, the Dean's son became king and a frumpy, non-threatening wallflower became queen.

Congratulations on your win. You clearly deserved it. Particularly when you suffered from stage fright, which I understand to be a rather debilitating condition.

How'd you know her family was in the WPP?