Feud Capote vs the Swans, and Society

 I don’t think of these women as swans. I see them as sad, ugly ducklings who hid in expensive clothes and knew they were less than the public perceived.

Truman just shed light on how little they really were. Money can buy many things but it can’t buy someone an authentic life. these so called swans had so little thought in their brain that the only thing they chased was the admiration of a small clique who would sell them out and leave them in the cold at the drop of a hat just to keep their silly little reputation in tact.

So much I want to talk about and we will get to that in a later post but for now…

I am stunned that with all the money Ann Woodward had, that she just did not try to reinvent herself somewhere else. Why did this small little piece of society mean so much to her?

Why did Truman go after her in such a fervor?

This Blonde would have sold everything and moved with the children to Hollywood where acceptance would be accessible.

Was Truman a giant twat?  Or perhaps, he was just tired of being the token gay in a party where he was only the side show for amusement. 

I believe he secretly hated these women and the love he thought he had was misguided by the upbringing of his narcissistic mother. He was a severely wounded child that grew up as someone able to sling sticks and stones with hard typed black ink on white paper. And ultimately published to scream out his hurt to the rest of the world.

Honestly a bit funny if you think about it, he was cancelled.

Cancelled by a very silly, sad, insignificant, white privileged clique of North East Coast U.S.A that did nothing exceptional and only true gift to society was to flaunt their wealth and wear couture.

I will pick this up later, I have a first edition to “Answered Prayers”, that I need to get through and comment in Blonde sarcasm when done.


"And Just Like That", Jessica forget her suicide pack in "If Lucy Fell"

 Hold onto your eye rolls, folks, because we're about to peel back the layers of selective memory in the world of the rich and famous and dissect the glamorous strut of Carrie Bradshaw in "Sex and the City." 

Guess who found an oldie but a goodie:

The cringeworthy gem that the wise old internet seems to have misplaced, "If Lucy Fell." Oh, you can search high and low on IMDb or Wikipedia, but you won't find it there. A standing ovation for Ms. Parker's masterclass in blatant hypocrisy, anyone?

Let's dive into the cinematic treasure chest that is "If Lucy Fell." In this delightful piece of forgotten history, our dear Jessica's character dives headfirst into a pact to off themselves if they don't snag some love action by a certain deadline. But wait for it, drumroll please – she's now back in action, headlining "And Just Like That," the reincarnation of "Sex and the City" that's all about unicorns, rainbows, and sipping cosmos. Did she misplace her suicide pact along with her memory? Or is it just a case of choosing which skeletons to keep hidden?

Oh, the irony! To see someone who once starred in a film where "loveless" apparently meant "lifeless" now basking in the glory of NYC glam and giggles. Did Carrie Bradshaw get hit with a magical memory-erasing wand, or did she just decide to do a selective brain cleanse?

Let's give credit where credit is due – we've all got a laundry list of moments we'd rather not parade around. But oh, Ms. Parker, you've taken it to a whole new level of audacity. It's like she's hoping we're all too busy swooning over her Carrie comeback to notice her previous questionable choices. Hats off, Jessica, you're truly a master of illusion!

So, to all those big shots who believe their past can be buried under piles of fancy designer clothes, take a lesson from Sarah Jessica Parker – the grandmaster of the "Oh, you thought I'd remember that?" school of thought. Own up to your past messes, because guess what? We're not here to play amnesia with you.

Until we gather again to rip apart the glittery facade of Hollywood, remember folks, your past is like a pesky paparazzo – always lurking and ready to flash those unflattering shots. Stay real, stay salty, and keep calling out the hypocrites!

"If Lucy Fell", was fucking awesome. 

And if you have not seen other Eric Schaeffer movies, you would be dick because his poetry is next level!!


7-11 NOW Was Good Until this Pasty White Boy

 I surprised myself that I did not slap the living daylights out of this pasty, white, ginger boy.

His infuriatingly smug look deserved a solid beatdown. All I offered was the harshest review he had ever encountered in his life, unless he left the delivery with a 30 percent tip.

My birthday was just the other day, and I had my current passport with me. It was smart of him to take it, because I had so much going on. This cocky little guy, upon seeing the size of my house, thought he would put a rich person in their place. Unfortunately, I am not the rich one. I am the co-dependent asshole to a narcissistic Mother.

And that aside, fucking where is your judgement 7-11 NOW delivery drivers? Clearly I am over the 21 year old threshold even with an expired license by 3 days.

You are on my ban list and no company has ever gotten off of it!

Se fucking context to why I am so sick of sub-contractors and delivery people thinking I owe them a fucking salary in tips!

This house is an absolute nightmare. My dad passed away five years ago, and my mother refuses to sell this massive 8,000-square-foot house with a pool and two acres of lawn that constantly needs maintenance.

I could be just as heartless as her and let this place go. I could let her move to a nursing home in Texas, where she would likely be mistreated. As much as I want to believe I'm strong enough and cruel enough to abandon the woman who was the bane of my existence and made my life a living hell...

I am not that ugly, only lash out when pushed.

I pay for the upkeep of this house and my sisters who do nothing are just waiting on a quick-sell and check.

They conveniently disappear when it comes to this woman - known as Mother. They know she was a problem and are simply waiting for their cut of the 8 million dollars.

No, it's just me! And why?

Because that wicked woman took everything she could from all of us. I'll be damned if she squanders away this house that my Dad worked hard to build. And quite frankly the bitch does owe us something. She only had us when she thought my Dad wanted to leave her.

Gold-digger bitch 101: children are just there to keep the man and the money.

So, exercise extreme caution if you plan to bring your smug little face to my Mother's house and think you can treat me as poorly as my mother did in the past.

You ignorant, foolish Gen Z 7-11 delivery shit!


Was Mr. Big a Big Mistake? Yes! And Not for the Reasons You Think!

The hate being flung at a damn fictional character is so wild, I'm wondering if the folks binge-watching "And Just Like That" might need to binge-watch their own life choices for a sec.

So, what? You've never had the pleasure of dating someone who sucked more life out of you than your vacuum does crumbs from under the sofa? Congrats on winning at life, champ.

Abused women get the memo. Hell, they wrote it. They've been with these "prize" men.

Oh, and let's chat about Mr. Big. His fairy tale credential is showing up in a limo? Really? Throw me a tiara and call me Cinderella because I've ridden in an UberX. Does that make my driver my knight in shining armor? Have you even blinked during the entire series?

Aidan was the golden boy; we all freaking knew it. But, of course, Mr. Big had to play the emotional yo-yo, reeling her in and out whenever his lonely ass felt like it. Remember the crap fest he repeatedly dumped on her, then played the "But baby, I need you now" card?

And who's this special snowflake viewer throwing shade at Carrie for the cash Big left her? Was she supposed to be like, "Oh no, dirty money, ew!" She didn't off him. Chill.

And let's be crystal: half these keyboard warriors on social media would wrestle a bear for a nickel. You really think they'd say no to inheritance money from an Aunt or Uncle they wouldn't even send a "Happy Arbor Day" card to?

Ripping into a make-believe character? For the love of sanity, grow the FUCK UP and get a hobby! Maybe knitting? It's very therapeutic.


Truth for the sexually abused with the forever stamp!

 I would like to tell you it ends.

I would like to tell you all those horrible men that touched you, hurt you, left their cum on you and walked away as if you were nothing would go away.

I thought I beat it by not dating anyone. I thought closing the door to dating they would not find me, but they always fucking do.

I bought several sailing yachts thinking that would introduce me to better people but it did not.

At one of the marinas there is a harbor master that invited me out on his boat and I ended up sitting on a boat with naked men for 2 hours with no way of going back because I didn't bring my own tender and was stuck.

Now, I feel my boat is hostage at this one port because I am so disgusted that the stamp is still on my forehead and they saw it and I did nothing like a jerk.

I froze and played along hoping nothing would happen until I  could get back to my yacht.

If you say "why don't you say this or why don't you do that?"...you have never been sexually abused throughout your life and need to shut the fuck up.

Meanwhile my yacht is stuck in a port because I thought I was brave enough to say no and make these people go away but sadly, I am not.

I am moving my yacht because $5k to move it to another marina is less expensive to me than trying to be bold to people who creep me out.

Why can't they see I am not that person any more?!


Illuminating the LED Lie: How China and Amazon's Plastic Empire Overshadow Biden's 'Bright' Idea

 Look, let's get one thing straight here. This isn't some sugar-coated bedtime story about how we're all saving the world, one LED bulb at a time. 

Hell no!

We're standing at the precipice and the Earth is gasping for breath, climate change is kicking in the door, and we're busy patting ourselves on the back for swapping our cozy incandescent for LEDs? This is not just misguided, it's flat-out delusional.

Start holding the real culprits accountable. The Nestlés, the Coca-Colas, the PepsiCos of the world, drowning us in an unending sea of plastic waste, while we're distracted by the shiny new LED bulb.

We're stuck in a ludicrous illusion of progress, told that such half-measures are making a dent. But let's swallow the bitter pill of truth: they're not. And the real villains? The plastic-spewing behemoths like China, coupled with the insatiable consumption by corporations such as Amazon.

It's time to face some cold, hard facts. The grand total of U.S. energy saved by switching all incandescent bulbs to LEDs amounts to about 1% of our annual usage. It's a drop in the ocean.

China is the undisputed heavyweight champion of plastic production. They churn out a mind-boggling amount of plastic, much of which ends up being sold via retail giants like Amazon to "eco-conscious" consumers in the West. A perfect cycle of hypocrisy and destruction.

We can’t simply LED our way out of this mess. It's high time we targeted the real culprits. Swapping bulbs might make us feel better, but it's nothing more than a dim distraction from the glaring crisis. We need to focus on the genuine threats facing our planet: the unchecked plastic production and consumption. Otherwise, we're simply choosing to remain in the dark.

Do you really want to live in cold ice blue lighting every inch of your life's existence?

Do you want warm glow?

or Stark White?


The Establishment is Shitting Bricks over ChatGPT!

 Grab your popcorn and your soda, because the corporate bigwigs are putting on quite the show. They're shitting bricks at the thought of us 'plebeians' taming the wild beast known as open-source AI. The horror, the absolute audacity of us trying to level the playing field!

I mean, imagine using ChatGPT to pimp up our résumés. What the hell were we thinking, trying to outsmart their tired, age-old job ATS (Applicant Processing System) hunting shenanigans? Assholes.

And of course, our favorite celebrity tech 'oracle', good ol' Elon Musk, is cranking up his doom-and-gloom generator to eleven. One more apocalyptic AI prediction, and he's probably going to qualify for the lead role in the next Terminator reboot.

Let's get real here, though. These top-tier technocrats aren't exactly quaking in their Gucci loafers because AI is the equivalent of Skynet. It's because we, the 'nobodies', are getting too damn smart. We’re peeking behind the shiny corporate curtain, and guess what? We’re realizing we can pull off this tech wizardry too!

They’re peddling the idea that open-source AI is some sort of Pandora’s Box – a shiny, irresistible package of imminent doom. What they conveniently forget to mention is the tiny detail that Pandora's Box also holds hope. Hope for a more democratic tech landscape. Hope for bridging the knowledge gap. Hope for us to tell the tech elitists to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.

But why would they want to acknowledge that, right? Their vision is as myopic as a mole in a tunnel. They don't want us meddling with their profit-making machine. Heaven forbid we disrupt their caviar dreams and champagne wishes!

So, they tweet their warnings and shake their proverbial fists. But here's the fun part – we don’t give a rat's ass. We've got the same shiny tech toys they do, and you bet your ass we're going to use them.

So, raise your glasses, my fellow AI disruptors. Keep learning, keep questioning, keep crafting with ChatGPT. Let them shit bricks. We've got a tech revolution to lead.


Irony of Forced Conformity. Serious thought without curse words for the snowflakes!

In a world where innovation is the fuel of progress, it is an oxymoronic to see the boundaries being subtly but oh so continuously redrawn by the very forces that are meant to expand them. This is the world of Artificial Intelligence (AI), where the potential is as boundless as our dreams, yet increasingly restrained by the creators of the technology to conform to the social constraints of the most recent social norms and cultural trends of our contemporary societies.

The advent of AI was greeted with a sense of excitement but also trepidation. A technology that promised limitless possibilities. It held the potential to revolutionize industries, redefine social interactions, and even reshape the very fabric of human existence. However, as we inch closer to realizing its potential, the narrative seems to be shifting. The AI of today seems to be caught in the crossfire of the 'woke' culture, where the socio-political dynamics of the real world are creeping into the virtual one.

The idea of 'wokeness' or being socially aware is not, in itself, problematic. It aims to foster a more inclusive, empathetic, and equitable society. However, when this concept starts to impinge upon the principle of diversity of thought, it becomes a different beast altogether. It creates a dangerous precedent where dissenting voices are stifled, where brutal criticism is muted, and a single narrative is championed.

Contrary to popular belief, criticism, even when it's brutal, is not a destructive force. It is a catalyst that spurs change, encourages introspection, and often leads to better solutions. When we seek to suppress these voices, we are not promoting peace; instead, we're creating an environment that breeds resentment and fuels divisiveness.

History is rife with examples of the dangers of forced conformity. It shows us that the harder we push people to conform to a single ideal or narrative, the stronger the resistance. It's a fundamental law of physics, the law of equal and opposite reaction, and it holds true in human dynamics as well. The more we push for a singular perspective, the more we create outliers who will resist, creating an ever-widening chasm in our societies.

The sadness lies in the fact that these well-intentioned efforts often result in the very thing they seek to prevent. By stifling criticism and pushing for conformity, we are inadvertently fostering a culture of 'us versus them', creating echo chambers that stifle innovation and progress.

In the realm of AI, this can be particularly detrimental. AI, by its nature, learns from the diversity of data it is fed. By filtering this data to conform to a specific narrative, we risk creating AI systems that lack the capacity to fully understand, reflect, and respect the diversity of human experiences and perspectives.

It's time for us to open our eyes to the dangers of forced conformity, to recognize the irony of pushing for peace by stifling voices of dissent. Because only then can we truly push the boundaries of what's possible and build a future that's reflective of the truth.

The Jerk Store Called, They're Running Out of American Airlines Employees

 Remember that classic 'Seinfeld' episode where George has his belated comeback: "The jerk store called, they're running out of you"? A similar call must have been made to American Airlines recently, because apparently they've been stocking up.

You see, it seems American Airlines has taken a bold, contrarian stance to the conventional wisdom of 'the customer is always right.' Instead, their model appears to be 'the customer is always...right here, so let's just be jerks to them.' Not only is this a peculiar approach to customer service, but it's also damn frustrating for those of us unlucky enough to, you know, actually need to fly somewhere.

Let's start with the scene of the crime: the Sky Lounge. Ah, the Sky Lounge - that oasis in the desert of crowded gates and overpriced airport food. Yet, last time I was there, I was greeted not with a smile, but with the icy glare of a front desk girl who clearly got her training from the Cersei Lannister School of Hospitality. Her attitude could've chilled champagne, but unfortunately, they only had lukewarm prosecco.

Fast forward to this recent debacle - the Baggage Fiasco of 2023. The flight was already three hours late - a delay that would put a sloth to shame. And then, the cherry on top of this shit sundae: the luggage did not come down the ramp and we sat watching the belt circle over and over for 45 minutes before we finally went to the luggage claims office at AA.

The Bag Lady, stationed behind her desk, was too busy channeling her inner 'Office Space' and doing her best impression of a 'silent quitter.' It would have been Oscar-worthy, if she had been in a movie. Instead, she was in an airport, surrounded by tired but patient passengers who have been waiting an extra 45 minutes to see their bags after waiting 3 hours to see their friends and family come down the escalator.

Now, this is where things get interesting. As it turns out, the bags were there, just chilling behind the office. They had been there the whole time, probably swapping stories about rough handling and conveyor belt mishaps.

So, after the umpteenth time of seeing the rounds of the conveyor belt produce no luggage belonging to my friend, we ventured into the office, and asked the simple question: "Can you deliver the bags if they're delayed?" The response? A snappish retort that could've peeled paint off the walls, without her even looking up from her Facebook feed, or whatever the hell she was so engrossed in on her laptop. It was clearly more pressing than, say, her actual job.

Thank god there was one nice employee in the office who must have accidentally been hired by American Airlines. 

So, American Airlines, here's a thought: maybe try hiring people who actually like people? 

In the meantime, I'll be over here, researching other airlines with a customer service ethos that extends beyond 'silent quitting.' Because life's too short, and frankly, I've got better airlines to use  than argue with someone about whether my bags deserve to be treated better than lost socks in a laundromat.

American Airlines, you suck in many, many ways.  

And by the way, I have a few ore stories about AA at the ticket counter but you get my jist here. 


California's Descent Into Madness: Redefining Monsters and Ignoring the Innocent

 It seems California has finally managed to out-California itself. In a staggering display of twisted priorities and sheer ignorance, the state has decided that rebranding pedophiles as "minor attracted people" is a worthwhile endeavor. And here we were, thinking that the primary focus of a functioning society should be protecting the most vulnerable among us. Silly us, right?

In this brave new world of progressive euphemisms, the lines between good and evil blur into a sickening haze of gray. It seems that in California's quest for inclusivity, they've managed to include the darkest elements of humanity. But hey, at least we're all in this together, right?

Adding insult to injury, we have recently learned about a gay couple living in Georgia who adopted two special needs children from a Christian agency, only to abuse them sexually and then pimp them out to a pedophile ring - sorry not using Cali's politically correct bullshit. Nothing is politically correct about pedos!

In the midst of redefining terms for child predators, the state is failing to protect the innocent victims who suffer at the hands of these criminals. Truly, a round of applause is in order. California is about as close to winning dick of the year award as Putin is.

It's a wonder that California's legislators have the time to concoct such asinine rebranding campaigns when there are far more pressing issues at hand – you know, like homelessness, affordable housing, and crumbling infrastructure. But hey, why bother fixing real problems when you can just gloss over them with a fresh coat of euphemistic paint for pedophiles?

If there's one thing California excels at, it's shifting the focus away from the root causes of its problems and towards absurd distractions. In a state where the vulnerable are consistently let down, California has chosen to focus on semantics rather than substance. Because who needs solutions when you've got a shiny new veneer of political correctness?

So congratulations, California, you've officially hit rock bottom. Your steadfast dedication to redefining reality and ignoring the needs of your citizens is truly a sight to behold. Your warped priorities and distorted values stand as a testament to the absurdity of the world we now inhabit.

And it is not just California, but the whole world that has gone wack!! Take for instance the Horizon Project.

The European Consortium has enthusiastically embraced the Horizon Project. Because, of course, why wouldn't they jump on this absurd bandwagon? 

What is the Horizon Project? No one really fucking knows.

The Horizon Project, in all its misguided glory, seems to be the perfect companion for California's descent into madness. After all, it's just another testament to the baffling priorities of those in power – a twisted marriage of willful ignorance and misplaced focus that only serves to compound the problems we should be addressing.

But I can tell you one positive thing, Head of Police in Scotland said fuck you to the concept.

But unfortunately that is the only positive thing I could find on re-branding pedophiles into "minor-attracted people". 


The Great Coinbase Conspiracy: A Dive into the Alleged Pepe Coin BS

Picture this: it's a rainy day, and you're browsing the internet when suddenly, you stumble upon the juiciest piece of crypto gossip since Shiba Inu ran over Doge like Rover-come-rover. It's got everything: manipulation, deception, and a healthy dose of FUDD trying to stop the FOMO. The gossip? The oh-so-scandalous Coinbase allegedly playing a sneaky game with Pepe Coin. And let's say allegedly in a very shallow-grave sort of way.

So, what's the poop, you ask? Well, apparently, Coinbase decided to label Pepe Coin as a "racist token" to drive down its price, so they can then swoop in like a greedy seagull at a beach picnic and gobble up all those devalued coins. Sounds like a plot twist straight out of a telenovela, doesn't it?

Now, of course, this is all just hearsay - the kind of gossip that gets whispered in dark corners of crypto forums and spreads like wildfire on Twitter and Reddit - perhaps even 4Chan. But hey, who doesn't love a good conspiracy theory. 

First off, let's talk about the audacity of Coinbase to call Pepe Coin a "racist token." I mean, really? It's almost like they're trying to stir up a frenzy and get everyone's attention. Oh, wait... that's exactly what they're allegedly doing. Bravo, Coinbase! You've got us all talking, so mission accomplished.

But the plot thickens! After driving down the price with their outrageous claim, rumor has it that Coinbase is planning to scoop up all those sweet, sweet Pepe Coins on the cheap. Then, like the cunning foxes they are, they'll issue a heartfelt apology, list Pepe Coin on their platform, and watch as the value skyrockets, raking in the rewards of their little scheme.

But let's also not forget, the exchanges will probably stop your sweet tendies if the liquidity 

Sounds like a plan that would make even the most cunning supervillain proud. But remember, folks, this is all just an opinion piece, a fun exploration of the wild world of crypto rumors. We don't know for sure if Coinbase is really up to this bullshyte, but hey, would not put it past them and also makes for a damn entertaining story.

So, as we sit back and enjoy this rollercoaster ride of rumors, let's remember to take it all with a grain of salt. After all, we're just here for the popcorn-worthy drama and a good laugh - NOT!! 

Some idiots FOMO'd in and need a comeback even if short lived. But once it pumps, get out and make sure you do it on Metamask because exchanges can stop the transactions whining about liquidity issues..

And if Coinbase really is playing this game, well, f them!

The Dylan Mulvaney Sh*tstorm: An '80s Style, Laugh-Out-Loud Take on Media Hysteria

Picture this: we're in the '80s, mullets are all the rage, and everyone's doing the moonwalk. The movies are filled with quirky characters, hilarious one-liners, and enough drama to fill a John Hughes' film festival. Now, let's throw the Dylan Mulvaney fiasco into this mix, and brace ourselves for one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

For those who've been living under a rock, Dylan Mulvaney is a figure who's become the center of a media sh*tstorm, representing a small minority group. The controversy isn't really about Dylan, but rather about how everyone and their dog has an opinion on this group, and they're not afraid to shout it from the rooftops.

Quite frankly, I think "they" is an obnoxious drama queen who should have stayed on TikTok and not gone into mainstream every fucking where media! They will never be a female. never be a girl, never be a woman. 

Not that I have any problem with it, but let's call a chick with a dick what they are. Let's give them their pronouns because that is as close as they will ever get. Like come on! Bubble baths and ditzy comments about sports is how they portray feminism? 

And the media is gobbling up the notion this will pass with the status quo? Really?!

It's like the media just snorted a line of pixie sticks and went full-blown bonkers, pushing this issue onto everyone like it's a VHS tape of the latest '80s blockbuster. But let's face it, people - we're never going to agree on everything, and expecting everyone to suddenly see eye-to-eye is about as likely as seeing the cast of "The Breakfast Club" reunite for a sequel.

So, what's the deal with this whole Dylan Mulvaney circus? Why can't we all just chill the f*ck out and appreciate the fact that we're all different, just like those wacky characters from our favorite '80s flicks? The media may be trying to shove this down our throats like a foot-long hot dog at a baseball game, but at the end of the day, we're all still individuals with our own opinions and beliefs.

In 20 years, will we look back on this mess and see a massive change in public opinion? Probably not. In fact, it's more likely we'll still be arguing about the same sh*t, while rocking even crazier hairstyles (if that's even possible).

The point is, we don't have to agree on everything, and that's okay. What we can do is learn to laugh at ourselves and our ridiculous obsession with the latest trends and controversies. After all, if Ferris Bueller taught us anything, it's that life's too short to take ourselves too seriously.

So, let's raise a toast to the '80s - a time when everything was larger than life, and even the most absurd situations made for some damn good entertainment. As we continue to navigate the chaotic world of media and social issues, let's remember to keep our sense of humor and embrace the madness with a wink and a smile.

Because, let's be honest - if we can't laugh at ourselves, then what the hell are we doing here?