HOW DARE YOU?

Shock and awe! It is Tuesday, and I'm back!

A couple of recent incidents have once again indicated to me how absolutely immature and absurd human beings can often be. I, the smashingfoxyminx that I am, being the perfect icon of maturity and supreme courtesy, handled one of the situations in the best way I knew how – I slapped those bitches as hard as I could, and changed both their names to Flora.

Ok, I have grossly embellished the story. I used no physical violence whatsoever. While my imagination was running wild with creative ways to deal with the problem (including the aforementioned name changes and pimp slaps), I outwardly exhibited a high level of tact and aplomb that comes as second nature to me. I walked away with a faint recollection of Rule #2 of my esteemed fellowship of Spinsters United – I left with my dignity completely intact.

I was angry though. It was the kind of anger that seemed a bit irrational, given the innocuous outcome of the whole interaction. However, the smashingfoxyminx has rules that she lives by, and certain codes inherent to her dealings with people. (I am perfectly aware that I have been vascillating between the first and the third person more often than a subject pendulum — the minx reserves the right to do so) One of those codes is the absolute recognition of my intelligence. In other words, don’t insult it. I’m not sure why I get so upset when people insult my intelligence. Perhaps I’m holding a deep-seated primary school anger against a teacher who thought it nice to challenge my very subjective, high estimation of my mental aptitude, and proceed to embarrass me in front of the whole class. To be fair to the teacher though, I could have possibly deserved a dose of pedagogical humble pie, but that’s not the point. The point is, I take insults to my intelligence as one of the most severe forms of disrespect. I would prefer to be slapped in the face, than to be deceived. (Maybe that’s why I don’t have a problem with the Klu Klux Klan. At least I know they hate me, it’s the covert racists that bother me.)









Thanks….suckers!