A Day to Random

Greetings peeps!

Like Hitler's army in Candy Land.

Today is a day of random...because I say so.

I am inexplicably exhausted this Friday, and have to wonder why I am posting at all. My brain is currently playing the role of a dead slug (catch it next summer in, "The Brain that Classified Mollusca Gastropoda...it studied until it loved, then it loved until it transformed into one of them.") so I am having a bit of a problem with topic-choosing, thus you get them all.

My brain is the dashing slug on top.

First topic of the day is arguing on the internet.

I will admit that I am a bit of a comment troll. I purposely browse articles that I know will be 'button-pushing' just so I can start debates/arguments with people who do not share my opinions.

Do not get me wrong, I am in no way cruel or mean to those who claim differing opinions. As human beings/extraterrestrials we all have a right to an opinion. 

On that note however, I will be the first to destroy any idiot commentator. The right to idiocy is not protected by The Law of Rachel.

The Law of Rachel is a harsh mistress indeed.

Harsh like the reality of your childhood dreams. Also, Santa isn't real.

For example, below is a short commentary from an article regarding posing nude for Playboy:

Kara (random comment)

"Oh enough with the classy crap. You may never do it, but it doesn't make it wrong nor not "classy" The public is way too "voodoo" about a naked body. Sure this magazine is more about sexuality then it being "artistic" but come on, grow up already."

Rachael (random comment, not me, and for this I'm glad)

"Not all of us women want to show our vaginas off to millions of people, especially if we are a mother. There is nothing wrong with modesty, beeyotch!"

 I'm talking to you, Rachael. You fucking whore (I can say this because the argument is over).

Ethereal-Queen (Me, in reply to Rachael)

 "And we can all see how very classy you are Rachael. Very classy indeed. You may be modest, but not polite. I guess your parents skipped the class about respect and appropriate language when talking with others in a debating nature. Calling someone a 'beeyotch' is in no way conducive to a debate; in fact, it makes you lose all credibility, especially when the person you insulted was not being rude to you, only stating her opinion. Kara is very correct in my opinion. You may never pose nude, but that does not mean doing so in inherently wrong, ill-classed, or destructive to self-respect. Sure, there are plenty of strippers you would not want to share breathing room with. However, there are also plenty of strippers who you would never suspect had such a job if they did not tell you. You are right, there is nothing wrong with modesty, but everyone has a different view of what modesty is. You feel stripping/posing nude draws the line, I do not. That does not mean I lack any class or respect. That is where you and others need to grow up. You denigrate others for their line of work, insulting them because you don't believe it is 'modest'. You should probably meet a few nude models before judging their level of morals or self-respect."

Yes, I argued for no reason. Yes, I could have ignored Rachael. Yes, I could have avoided the article completely.

But how could I? I shouldn't even have to mention that I was fueled by Rachael's other posts, one being a post that stated 'strippers aren't women'.

So much fucking testosterone. What a man.

What? That isn't even a valid argument.

This is why they need to keep me away from the Internet, I'm an arguer at heart.

Second topic of the day is French men.

French! *please note* Olivier Martinez did not agree to be my friend.

Am I the only one who feels the stereotype about the French being major assholes is there for a reason?

Nothing says 'major asshole' like force-feeding caged/chained ducks for disgusting fat liver.

I'm not trying to hate on any country or her people, but seriously? What is up with French people?

Example 1: Today I was carrying a box of wine (around 36lbs) up the hallway. Our French sales representative, let's call him B.O. (you decide on the reason for the name) was walking ahead of me. Wine boxes are cumbersome without the added struggle of opening doors, so I was extremely happy when B.O. held the door open for me. Oh wait, that's not what happened. Rewind. I meant I was extremely aggravated when B.O. helpfully slammed the door in my face.

You may be assuming B.O. did not see me.

That would be good enough for me, if not for the fact that he literally stopped to talk.

Okay, so maybe he thought I was going a different direction?

Nope. He asked me if I needed assistance with the box (I said no).

New angle: he thought when you said no you meant no forever.

Nope again. He asked if I need help with the door (I said yes).

Final angle: He did it on purpose and is a royal ass-hat.

Yes, yes he is.

B.O. may have French thoughts like this? If so, still not acceptable. 

Example 2: A few weeks ago I had the chance to take a call from a French Restaurant, let's call this Restaurant of a popular French structure, and said call was not very fun.

Definitely has nothing to do with this shape.

I got cursed at no less than 15 times, and called unprofessional even more than that.

Did I mention this call was about an issue out of my control?

Did I also mention that the call wasn't even for me?

Did I also also mention that I got in trouble with my immediate higher-up?

Did I get an apology?

Yes, I did.

Okay, no I didn't, but I would have forgiven them if they apologized like this.

But I do often rant about the French douche-canoes that I work with.

Omelette du fromage, ya'll!

Also, omelette du fromage is incorrect French. Dexter lied to you like a boss. You're welcome. 

Peace out! (From a hippy who didn't lose their leg in 'Nam)