The Good, the Bad and the Bitch Face

The whole time she was yelling at me I couldn’t help but stare at that angry red birthmark over her left eyelid, her double chin wobbled in response to the flicks she made with her head festooned with dark brown curls. She was like an angry fighting bull that needed a good poke from a dominating body to make her behave, preferably a male but her kind has to take what she gets. Yes I am in nasty mode today, please don’t judge me too harshly, after all I retaliate in the face of massive bitches like the one I had to deal with recently. I happen to be of the mind, especially now, that ugly women are one of the angriest breed of women around. This state of unhappiness stems from all sorts of places, but what I am most interested in discussing today is the hatred that ugly women have for attractive women. Some of you, my gentle readers, may be already taken aback by this topic of discussion, but hear me out and reflect for a moment, are you an ugly angry person and is anger making you even uglier?

Let’s do some calculations, although my maths is a little rusty from my high school days but this is easy stuff. Happiness + confidence + goodness= Attractive, angry + low self-esteem + evil= Ugly. Wow my year seven high school maths teacher Mr Troupe would be proud of my conversions. Those of you who can see the holes in my logic, humour me okay. So from this we can ascertain that ugly people and attractive people are indeed at odds already with one another even before they meet heads. You can’t deny the maths! This sow, this cunt (pardon my French); I couldn’t help but wonder if she was angry at me because I was more attractive than her, her short stumpy legs and wide frame was a contrast to my long legs and I think I can say alluringly curvy figure. Did she fall into my calculations of angry ugly people? Well she was definitely angry, low self-esteem well I’ll assume so by the look of her, and evil to the core yes! I have stumbled upon a mathematically truth to explain ugly women.

I would like to go back to my bull analogy to finish this off and offer some advice to those bulls of you out there. It is in the bulls’ nature to attempt to master it over the beautifully coloured clad fighter, it can’t help but be drawn in by the magnificent performance. But, and here it is, hidden behind the bright material flashing in front if your face is a pointy sword, excuse the phallic reference, that will inevitably kill the bull dead or at least wound it quite badly. This is a lesson to anyone who assumes that beauty equals passivity and to never accept something at face value. But this is a common mistake for lunatics. I’d be angry too if I had to look at that in the mirror everyday and realise it was me.

You self-righteous bitch, I hope you choke on your rage!