I’ve got critics saying that I’m a goldigging narcissist. I’ve said that myself, genius, what kind of insights are those?
It’s like telling me that I have brown eyes or big boobs. I see all this when I look in the mirror. I know who and what I am. I love to look in the mirror a lot because I love what I see. And because I’m a narcissist. If you don’t like it, carry yo ass. There’s plenty of things to do on the internet. The world wide web is huge. Besides, they say it like it’s a bad thing.
Hating is so high school. And a few anonymous commenters will never be able to compete with a 15 year old girl when it comes to haterade.
See, you thought high school was a place to learn your math, english, history and all that bullshit. No. High school is where you are socialized. You are being initiated by your peers and prepared for the real world on how to deal with people around you. It’s a rite of passage. So while boys initiated each other by giving each other wedgies, bragging about seeing boobies, or handing out black eyes, girls learned how to psychologically scar a bitch for life, inside and out. You learn where best to stick the shank, and when, even if it’s 2 years later, all while smiling at a frenemies face the whole time. Girl World is real. And I graduated with honors.
In junior high, I was easy going and cool with everyone. I was that wacky friend. And I was okay with that. I like having fun and a good time. It’s what I’m about. Then the puberty happened, and kids started acting crazy. And, yeah, puberty got me too. After that, suddenly I was the center of most people’s attention. Awesome. People either kissed my ass or were threatened by me. Everyone wanted me as a friend or a fuck. The drawback? I had to contend with behaviors from everyone’s insecurities and hang-ups. And who isn’t insecure at that age?
I had a BFF who I had known since the beginning of junior high. We did everything together. We went shopping together, we had slumber parties, we browsed magazines together, we dieted together, we tried to get classes together, we swore we would always be there for each other. This bitch. She sold me out to a boy she liked because she was afraid that he was more into me than her. She told him embarrassing things and talked shit about me behind my back to him. And she even tried to backhand compliment me TO MY FACE when this dude was around. I couldn’t believe it. All for the attention and approval for a dude we barely knew. And she got him, eventually. I felt so betrayed. I cursed the Gods. I swore we would never be friends. I was really, really hurt. Just like I’m sure she was hurt when I stole that guy from her. Especially since all I had to do was talk to him on the phone a few times and she had stalked him, talked shit about me and given him blowjobs. Bitches needed to know that I am not the one.
This is what I learned about haters. For once, it’s not really about me. I just represent something that makes them feel frustrated, insecure, or inferior about themselves or worldview. And that’s a personal problem. If they have self-esteem issues, then comes the haterade. What they don’t know is that they are serving up their own bullshit insecurities on a silver platter to the very thing that threatens them. ME. The bitch. So thanks. I’ll be having that with my lunch.
Also, now that I’m older and slightly wiser, I know that I don’t really have to get back at haters. They’re already miserable. You really can’t do something that they’re not already doing to themselves. So now I just sit back and laugh. Well, I try anyway. ; ) And carry on with my bad self. Doing well and feeling great is always the best revenge.
You can take the people out of high school, but you can’t take the high school out of some people.
If you’re having self-esteem problems I feel bad for you, son. I’ve got 99 problems but being a bitch ain’t one.
“It’s like telling me that I have brown eyes or big boobs” or perhaps you should have written “it’s like telling me that I’m fat…hehe
^ooh, he askin for it, lollll
LOL. I did bait him and others before posting this post so that you guys can see what I was referring to. And here they are. Like clockwork.
@josh- Nice attempt at a rewrite. Not a writer are you? I can tell. That’s probably why you don’t have a blog of your own.
Well Watson, there seems to be a lot of Sherlock Holmes out there that are just a bit too jelly of ya (apparently that’s the new word for “jealous” according to the young folk in my life). Good gah, I’m getting old O_o*
Well, if it’s worth anything…you’re my favoritest golddigging, narcissistic, badass bomb bitch in my life! ❤ Tell it like it is girl!
It’s worth a lot! Thanks my loverly. 🙂
In the current degraded and degrading cultural clime, there’s nothing especially interesting or unique or noteworthy about being golddigging narcissist (or patting oneself on the back for being ‘awesome’).
What’s interesting is character.
Good point. Just like there’s nothing interesting, unique, or noteworthy about being an anonymous hater.
But it does show a certain kind of character.
Mild distaste ≠ ‘hate’.
Thanks for wasting your time and energy to comment on something you feel so mildly about.
Haters finally got to you, your life is complete now lol
Your nobody in this world until a group of people hate you. I feel like Beyonce or Kim Kardashian!
I’m luvin’ it.
Awesome post! I was too nice/dumb in high school to comprehend why the “girls were being mean to me for no reason…” Ah, the amount of time wasted…
Oh no! Well as long as you made it out alive and your self-esteem intact, then you did good.
John and Cliff trolling for the win!
I’ve always said I respect gold diggers because they’re hustlers. Any woman about her money is a good in my book. A lot of people try to put a black eye on gold digging. Well just ugly chicks and dudes with limited game.
I know your stance on it. To each his own. It’s not like it’s my job or life goal. But I mean if it’s there, then why not?
Whenever there’s an instance of a man being used there’s this social outcry and public shaming for the woman. But when a woman is used, then that’s not a big deal, it’s just normal, and men get props?
Whatever.
Take all you can get. When I was 19 I dated a 39 year old women. I only dated her because she bought me a car haha.
Damn Reema! I am truly impressed.
My opinion is that its just as easy to go for a rich guy as it is for a poor guy. Not about gold digging… just a good life strategy
@SillyG
I concur. I’d rather be with a man who can add to my financial security and to any possible kid(s) I have, not someone who is just there.
I said something like this in this post: https://bossymoksie.wordpress.com/2012/08/30/we-aint-nuthin-but-a-goldigga/
The heart wants what it wants. Just like guys want to be with a girl who is attractive and/or puts work into her looks.
Go easy on Ben and Jerry’s when you throw yourself a pity party. You might lose your “secret internet fatty (SIF)” status by becoming a not so secret internet fatty he he.
Is that how you spend your Friday nights, Joshie-poo?
A womans dating options decrease drastically with age. Also, the quality of the remaining options is much lower. I will be sure to revisit your blog 5 years from now when you start sagging to see you complain about the remaining players and deadbeats.
It’s gonna be really funny.
What’s funny is that you’re still gonna be a hater trolling blogs 5 years from now. I’m gonna be half drunk on a beach somewhere in my bikini with my rich husband while our nanny watches our kid. BOOM.
Well we all gotta have our dreams I guess.
Just found your blog.
Now you’ve got 100 problems.
And the award for wittiest hater comment goes to you! Congrats. Welcome to my world.
“Thanks for wasting your time and energy”
You’re very welcome.
Wow girl, what did you do? Send out invites to a douchebag convention before you wrote this post? I didn’t see this until now. Sorry I missed the party, but apparently you’ve got your crowd of angry teenage trolls and anonymous internet losers well under control. 😉
I would have just hacked all their pages and made their comments look like they were having a big gay sex orgy, but I like the way you roll as well. Rock on!
Thanks! One of my blog posts went viral among some manosphere blogs. Once I realized who they were and what they were about, I knew they’d be easy to deal with.
You got some good tricks to deal with haters yourself, I wish I was as tech advanced as you are!