Poison Ivy
In my last post where I was thinking all deeply, I was talking about homosexuality. Now a bit of a rant on a lighter topic.
Do you know the story behind Poison Ivy of the Batman series? If you don't, here's a really good summary. But basically... she got screwed over by a guy and then society got to pay.
What does this have to do with anything?
Well, I think that's why I really like her. Right now my philosophy has become "I hate guys". Meh. Well, most guys.
Today I was on the couch with Zack curled up next to me and I was thinking. Yeah, thinking again. moodybassard [aka Max] had said the other day that every guy's dream girl has big boobs and butt.
*narrows eyes* Well, then this would make sense as to why I don't have a boyfriend if it were true. What's so great about big boobs and a big butt? All it is, is fatty tissue. And if a guy wants me to have a big butt and big boobs, then to hell with him. Shallow git.
I prefer my small boobs sometimes. Why? Because sometimes I can just put a undershirt-like tanktop on underneath a sweatshirt and not have to worry about a bra. And when I run in a sports bra, it doesn't hurt!! HA HA HA!!! And do you know what? I don't have to worry about guys not looking at my rack instead of my face. And my butt is my butt. I love how it fits in this one pair of jeans. So there.
And my hair? Yes, I know I've dyed it. That's because I wanted it a different colour. I'm allowed to change it. That's because it's not truly permanent, it grows and will be able to go back to the original colour. I think the reddish colour really suits me anyways.
But if YOU prefer blondes, good for you.
Just remember that while you're being picky and judging, someone might be out there doing the same to you.