By Liberated Man
Date: 14 January 2000
Woman of the Millenium
Hurt Disappointment Betrayal
That is your theme. I used to think I must have done something wrong when we quit talking. But your continued silence speaks volumes. You
obviously don't miss me. And to tell you the truth, I've discovered I don't miss you either. You're a typical woman of the new millenium, really simply a brood-sow at heart. Ater a little fling with a new man, you don't mind changing your lovers like so much cast off laundry thrown away. I know you don't worry, 'cause you know you'll always find someone new. The big question is: why did I trust you? You said I was the one, that you'd hang on to me, but you never called again after only two months, because I insisted that you allow me to be myself without demands that I change being a precondition to friendship. How many women I've seen now that do this very thing you do. And it only shows that like most women of the millenium do, you lie when you say you are a man's friend. Your silence now for the last three weeks shows that you really don't even miss me at all. So, how could you from one week to the next say I was finally the man you wanted, and then so easily show you don't care at all? Well, I don't miss you by now, either. A slut is a slut by any other name. Whether you think so or not, we men are human beings too, and we do have feelings, even if you don't think so. And after seeing so many women like you, life has taught me to feel contempt for women of the millenium: the majority are liars and traitors, and though you accuse us of being bad boys and breaking your heart, your treachery lets men know in the end where they stand:
And you wonder why we have nothing but contempt for you in return. Some of us are not stupid, we just return the favor and say, " buzz off baby, I'm glad I dumped you first", and from now on I realize I don't NEED you At last I feel truly free. I'm sick of your petty double standards and your conditional "love". Who are you to tel me I'm not good enough for you? Who the hell are you? You think the world should worship you because you are female: Well, honey, just because you have a vagina it doesn't make you
god. So, go play your little blame game, and look for your next toy, while you whine about bad men everywhere. I hope all the boys you find will live down to your low opinion of them, and reinforce you in your smug little sexist put downs of males. It is not we who are the babies, baby, it is you. And you know, sooner or later any boy will simply declare independence from you women of the millenium, and leave you ruminating on your brood-sow ways. Let all of you "good" girls of this year 2000, whose professed love is in reality only skin deep, just stay at home and feel self righteous and keep playing your little victim line, and enjoy your cold, stony, phony deceitful hearts. Betrayal is your middle name and betrayal is what you will get, and you richly deserve it. Honey, your narcissism, your coldness, and your self-worship are just simply pathetic. And your loneliness, well, doll, you know your loneliness is self inflicted.
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