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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:51 pm
::Allows herself to be steered away::
... crying ::nods::
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:53 pm
Poor weak willed cattle, given in to the opression perpetrated by the societal constraints of a male dominated culture. Stupid, needy things. You do yourselves and women everywhere a shameful disservice.
stare
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:55 pm
The bar was going to be my last stop for the day. I swear. I already had enough alcohol in me to kill a lady elephant, reach into her womb, strangle her unborn elephant baby and make off with its virgin tusks to sell on the black market.
Which is a LOT of alcohol.
I drink to forget. What, I'm not sure of. Right now I've pretty much forgotten it.
But I haven't forgotten my grim desires to kill and maim. Those are with me every day, staring back at me from any reflective surface that has the misfortune of being within shattering distance from me.
Haven't shaved in two days. Hair is too fine to achieve the 5 o'clock shadow my image so desparately needs. And this angers me.
I feel the urge to kill rising in my gullet, like a thanksgiving dinner that was cooked the bad way, in a brown paper bag. And I savor it.
*Stands very still while internally monologuing after entering the Bistro*
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:56 pm
Me, needy? Hardly. I'm an award-winning journalist and I'll damn well edge out my husband for that top story's byline at every opportunity. I can't remember the last time I actually saw him and I'm hardly a quivering, emotional mass of goo right now. Far from it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:59 pm
Ms Lois Lane Me, needy? Hardly. I'm an award-winning journalist and I'll damn well edge out my husband for that top story's byline at every opportunity. I can't remember the last time I actually saw him and I'm hardly a quivering, emotional mass of goo right now. Far from it. And yet, with all your accomplishments, you felt the need to let a man tie you down..your own life wasn't enough, you had to become his property as well, and don't try to tell me marriage isn't a cowing of women before men. At the end of the day, you're nothing more than his poor little mortal plaything. Poor, deluded girl.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:59 pm
::Watches Wally stand very still::... Huh.
::looks at Lois then Rita::
... ::Shrugs::
Oh no.. I was hit by my ex-husband!.. I'm going to fall apart. Please.. I just like guys.
whee
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:59 pm
*snorts*
I tear down people who need tearing down, Spiral, man or woman. Makes me a bit more open minded that that garbage you're spouting.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:02 pm
Chris Powell *snorts* I tear down people who need tearing down, Spiral, man or woman. Makes me a bit more open minded that that garbage you're spouting. Oh, sure, hide behind the "oh, they deserved it " excuse for violence, the ever-present "i'm beating you in the face to do some good" if that lets you have your peaceful little wet dreams at night. It doesn't change the fact that you're an over-hormoned mysogynist.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:02 pm
Some manner of chick conversation going on. And Powell's started styling his hair in a way that makes my baby-punching hand clench. Some Hydra agents had better show up soon.
Or a pregnant mama elephant.
*sits down and starts drinking scotch*
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:03 pm
:shakes her head in dismay while writing in her notebook:
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:04 pm
::Shrinks and sits on Lois's head::
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:05 pm
Ain't no talking to some people. It's like trying to argue with a Purifier.
*lights his cigar*
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:07 pm
Sad little toy playing the helpless victim for so long, oh, help me superman, please. A woman worth anything would have built herself some wings and learned to fly on her own, instead of always waiting for a man to save her.
And look at Janet..another prime example of the failure of society to teach women real strength (because they fear what we can really do). She was killed in one reality and let herself get eaten in another.
I also remember something about wanting a COMB during secret wars..pathetic primping for worthless male attentions.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:09 pm
There was a lot of talk going around. Each of these women needed something shoved in her mouth to shut her up.
*coolly pours another drink*
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 4:11 pm
*walks in with her large homemade THOR hammer*
HOW DARE Marvel and DC try to stop my comics from reaching the marketplace. I'M GOING TO SUE THEM! I WILL OWN THEM!
twisted twisted talk2hand talk2hand rolleyes
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