Girl Stuff
Journal Entry: Sat Jul 21, 2007, 1:36 PM
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Triumph - Listening to: Silversun Pickups
- Watching: Human Nature
- Playing: with minds
Girl Stuff is powerful Stuff. Girl Stuff has the power to transform manly men into the meekest of wimps. The mere presence of Girl Stuff strips masculinity away and leaves the Western man helpless in our wake.
doubtful, you say?
ask a seemingly masculine man to hold your purse and watch his expression. At first he will be reluctant. When (and I do mean when, because they ALL relent) he consents to do so, he will hold it away from his person or squeeze it between his feet on the floor. Anything to distance it from his precious manhood.
Put lipstick on-re-eal thick then kiss him before it dries completely. He will wipe it off. He will try to look casual about it, but it will come off. Better yet, have him try it out first so you can see what it looks like. If he isn't tied down, he will attempt to bolt like a spooked cat.
The power of Girl Stuff can leave even the most manly men with no choice but to carry our Girl Stuff throughout the malls like pack mules. They may (and often do) groan and whine, but in the end, they tag along like obiedient dogs because of what they think the reward might be.
I have seen grown men quake with fear at the thought of having to handle Girl Stuff. Why do you think there are very few men by themselves in the Sanrio store?
Try dragging your man into the jewelry department or a store. Watch as he remains largley silent and disengaged. He may make the odd grunt or nod his head from time to time in response to a question, but generally, he will say and do nothing until the bill shows up.
Take him lingerie shopping. He will attempt to stick to you like glue. Heaven forbid anyone should see him alone in there with all the Girl Stuff. (Interestingly enough, lingerie is actually Boy Stuff. They buy it for us to wear for them to see us in. I don't like to wear it and don't care to see anyone in it)
This actually holds true for any women's department no matter the items for sale.
Ask him to hold a bouquet of flowers (any will do). He will try to be nonchalant about it, letting them drape at his side as if they have nothing to do with him personally.
And yes, the cashiers at Target do make fun of men buying feminine hygiene products.
I would, at least.
I used to derive no end of pleasure tormenting the abashed and embarrased poor bastard trying to buy tampons. He would not make eye contact, mumble something about a wife or girlfriend, quickly hand over his cash or credit card and hustle out the door quick as his legs could carry him.
Without fail.
If he had a woman with him, he would empty the cart of everything BUT the feminine hygene products, as if they would contaminate him or strip his masculinity away. She alone bore the brunt of these things.
Honestly, unless he were a pre-transition Female to Male transsexual, I seriously doubt he needs them himself.
Even condoms are a type of Girl Stuff...since I saw mostly women buying them.
So when you think society has denied you any real power, remember it is only percieved. You have far more power over men than you - or they - realize.
Devious Comments
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Look! Up in the sky! It's a ducky! It's a Spruce Moose! No, it's just Jesse. Go back to what you were doing...
i have noticed these events taking place but never thought about it in such detail
With this knowledge i can be truly evil
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I am the artist and I am the art--alone unknown and torn apart
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I'm the one thinking of the children.
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the more i change, the more i realize i'm still the same... dammit >_>
As for making me go clothes shopping with a girl; she'll have to remember; I have the attention span of a cat. IE; I'll wander off to look at something shinee a few minutes in. And of course, I'll always have my GameBoy. ^_~
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The cake is a lie, bitch!
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Look! Up in the sky! It's a ducky! It's a Spruce Moose! No, it's just Jesse. Go back to what you were doing...
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The cake is a lie, bitch!
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Look! Up in the sky! It's a ducky! It's a Spruce Moose! No, it's just Jesse. Go back to what you were doing...
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