That's what a girl said to me last Saturday when I decided to take a taxi passing by, instead of offering it to her and her twin whore.
It's not that I had not instinctively thought of it at first, and much less it's not like I desperately needed it, since Gran Via with Balmes is precisely one of the right spots to catch a cab any time of the day but, hell, then I thought why in the world should give way to her, especially after she said that "we are girls (or women, or whatever with a twat in the fork)"...
1) if we were truly living in a world of true ladies and gentlemen, you wouldn't be dressing like a fabulous cyberflapper whore (which incidentally I love to look at, in a gay way, of course);
2) if you already count on having passes, drinks and whatever for being "a girl" http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/109425-katy_perry_cover_617_409.jpg after the initial shock, and despite the unnoticeable scar this would have left in your girly pride, you won't actually notice the difference in your life
3) for me, undeniably the most important one: if you really believed in you and what you were saying you are and the privileges that, allegedly, it brings along with it, you would have got in my way and you would have snapped a dry "thank you" while taking the cab in front of me... more or less what I did... and what I instinctively do whenever I feel like doing so at poor-spirited people feel overwhlemed by my sex, age, baldness, clothes and perfume if I am wearing it
4) if you think these are the sort of privileges you are entitled to, you probably don't aspire to much in your life... in a life as yourself, that is, not as the "girl" of somebody else
5) you are not disabled in any way (only slightly challenged, but that doesn't make you any different, let alone "special"), STFU and take the next one lhao at the sight of this one-act
When she spouted that at me, it crossed my mind to reply: "you are a girl, [STRIKE]I am gay[/STRIKE] I am a Queen, I win", but I thought at once, still under shock "WTF, it's not even worth it".
So would I be justifying the unjustifiable... was I just brhaving like the typical European prick (I don't think she was not an Eastern European herself... her American accent seemed more a varnish over her native language, but you get from all the above that I didn't care about that)?
It's not that I had not instinctively thought of it at first, and much less it's not like I desperately needed it, since Gran Via with Balmes is precisely one of the right spots to catch a cab any time of the day but, hell, then I thought why in the world should give way to her, especially after she said that "we are girls (or women, or whatever with a twat in the fork)"...
1) if we were truly living in a world of true ladies and gentlemen, you wouldn't be dressing like a fabulous cyberflapper whore (which incidentally I love to look at, in a gay way, of course);
2) if you already count on having passes, drinks and whatever for being "a girl" http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/109425-katy_perry_cover_617_409.jpg after the initial shock, and despite the unnoticeable scar this would have left in your girly pride, you won't actually notice the difference in your life
3) for me, undeniably the most important one: if you really believed in you and what you were saying you are and the privileges that, allegedly, it brings along with it, you would have got in my way and you would have snapped a dry "thank you" while taking the cab in front of me... more or less what I did... and what I instinctively do whenever I feel like doing so at poor-spirited people feel overwhlemed by my sex, age, baldness, clothes and perfume if I am wearing it
4) if you think these are the sort of privileges you are entitled to, you probably don't aspire to much in your life... in a life as yourself, that is, not as the "girl" of somebody else
5) you are not disabled in any way (only slightly challenged, but that doesn't make you any different, let alone "special"), STFU and take the next one lhao at the sight of this one-act
When she spouted that at me, it crossed my mind to reply: "you are a girl, [STRIKE]I am gay[/STRIKE] I am a Queen, I win", but I thought at once, still under shock "WTF, it's not even worth it".
So would I be justifying the unjustifiable... was I just brhaving like the typical European prick (I don't think she was not an Eastern European herself... her American accent seemed more a varnish over her native language, but you get from all the above that I didn't care about that)?
