trendy, yummy and eating disorder-friendly, the 'berry united the east (ny) and west (la); beloved by nearly all creatures great and small: celebutards, murray hillers, chelsea boyz, usc-ers, uclalites, the coolest kids from the les, the most ridiculous hipsters from nolita, tourists, jersey girls and ues moms.
too good to be true? probably, most definitely is.
"A Catholic school principal has defended his students as outstanding, despite revelations an exclusive club to which "ugly girls need not apply" is operating on campus.
Year 11 girls from the co-educational St Patrick's College in the central Queensland city of Mackay are ranked according to looks, weight and their popularity with boys.
Members of the elite club, dubbed "Club 21" or "Big 21", parade their ranking from one to 21 on their wrists.
The skinnier and prettier the girl, the higher her rank.
One respondent to an internet forum on the issue said: "Ugly girls need not apply."
Another wrote: "They are a group of year 11 girls at St Pats who think they are top but really pathetic sociopathic sluts."
been thinkin some about how/why i get resentful when i determine that someone thinks they're better than me.
notice how i'm presenting this down from my perspective...because it is just that--MINE. not theirs, and often false.
so much of my life i have spent feeling 'less than' others and/or 'not good enough' (don't ask me why i'm putting these in quotes, it just feels right, who cares, it's a friggin blog). oh, which brings me to my point, actually, which is WHO CARES?!
i mean i know that's easier said than done when it comes to feeling judged by others. also, life actually is heathers/mean girls/gossip girl ad infinitum. but the thing is, a lot of times when i've wanted to impress someone and win their approval, i really hold back. i deny them of the full-on balls-to-the-wall jmarx and leave 'em with a more boring, watered down version.
and then--since i (like most of us) have suffered from plenty of self-doubt, self-loathing, self-involvement...all of the selves--when i make up that the person in question isn't so won over by my efforts i fall apart, feel rejected, hate myself and am ultimately super-duper resentful.
meanwhile, i'm hating someone for supposedly not accepting me when i didn't even present him or her with the actual me to begin with--make sense? and i know i'm at my absolute best when i'm just being me.
so thank you: after-school special/mom/full house, etc. you said, "just be yourself," and you were right. you may have left out the go-fuck-yourself part, but it's not spinal surgery.
so yeah. it's jmarx, bitch. i am for reals and i could give a shit what you think...or am at least working on that.
whatevs. a. chase's introspectiveness is much more to the point/interesting:
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