Squirrels aren't Awesome

>> 01 June 2010


I hate Squirrels. But that has nothing to do with this post.This post is about something else entirely. An equally common rodent.

We see them everywhere. On television wielding their canes and generally pissing off everyone around them

On the news..(where do I even start)

On the blogs...(too many too count)

The Arrogant Asshole. 

Full of utter conviction they are right. Period. They are the only one with the answer. They say it-that's how it is. No apologies. No back-peddling. No nay-saying. They don't listen to the critics. Hell in their world- there are no critics. They don't acknowledge the hate because the hate doesn't exist.

Yet we love them. We love to watch them, we love to read them, we love to hear about their antics. 

Hell, sometimes we even encourage them but can we be them?

Can we and by we, I mean women, ever be the arrogant asshole?

Do we have the courage to stand up on the podium, thrust our stiletto in the sand and proclaim without a doubt. "This is my opinion and if you don't like it you can go fuck yourself."

Apparently I'm not the only person in awe of the big AA. Halo Smyth  also asked "How can I too be an arrogant asshole? One thing I have noticed in my life is arrogant assholes are the happiest people and have the most friends."

Very true Halo. They do have the most friends.

So how does one go about becoming as arrogant asshole. Or is one merely born with the ability? Are there classes? Is it a God-given right? A small skill handed out to a select few?

I really want to know.

I'm often accused of being "nice" in real life. I'm not even sure this is a compliment. See what happens when you use all those manners forced upon you as a kid. A few pleases and thank yous and all of the sudden, she's such a nice person. What a nice woman. Do you know the problem with being known as a nice person- you can never not be a nice person. You can't even step out of the mold.

Just once I'd like to stand up and shout. OH MY Fucking God! You Arrogant Asshole-shut up.

But hey can we still be friends?

Dammit

Those fucking manners.


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5 comments:

Midwestern Mama Holly June 1, 2010 4:10 PM  

I came pretty close to becoming one today in the Sprint store. So much so I got a free phone case for the daugher's phone. Not much, but they just wanted me to leave.

Little Ms Blogger June 1, 2010 5:31 PM  

I have to tell you, saw the post title and thought "I heart Zoe". I too hate SQUIRRELS.

About the AA, well, I openly mock them if in my presence or turn away from them in mid sentence. If I'm forced to stay around them, I begin to wonder if they know they are one and pity them. I then mock them in my head.

Zoe Right June 2, 2010 11:25 PM  

I hate squirrels. I hate them this much!

http://www.zoerights.com/2009/05/free-free-at-last.html

Shayna June 3, 2010 1:37 PM  

Love the squirrel picture! My grandparents (living in Florida) used to work extremely hard to eradicate them from their screened lanai (since their nails would tear the mesh)... I believe my very mellow grandfather even electrified a bird feeder once... oy!

Agree on the post topic as well --- And why is it that men can get away with so many more things than us??

The Mayor! June 3, 2010 7:48 PM  

Holy crap, seriously, are we related?? We BOTH post a rant about assholes, AND throw in something completely random & off topic to go with it...I definitely have a new friend in you, & just as a show of good faith, I'm going squirrel hunting with my kid's nerf gun, kay??!!

:-D

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