Ain't dat supposed to be for personal evolution?

But what is it from the way we act? I've been guilty of it myself, big time when I was young and stupid, but it seems to be to be the best poser you can be.

It's real bad in Japan and China, where 'face' is everything, but it's pretty bad everywhere. People put on fronts for everyone else, and Hell knows what these people really are, 'cept behind closed doors.

What about chicks puttin' on the warpaint, and dressin' to the nines, wasting all this money they don't have on trying to be a decoration? It works for some, but I'm sorry; if you're Krispy Kreme calendar material, or you're 96, or ya look like Marty Feldman, what's the bloody point?

Why does the programming still exist? What's the point? She wants to seduce some rich dude to host her for the rest of her life? (There's a word for dat.) Sorry, but the Marla Maples types is one reason why MGTOW exists. In most of the world, professional parasites are basically 'owned.' In the West, a dude is playing Russian roulette if he goes after one of these high maintenance, drop dead gorgeous 'fashion accessories'. I've said something to this effect before. . .somewhere, but if you want arm candy, it's more cost effective to get a bracelet.

Same with the uber foxy fops. You will be objectifies, and wanted for all the wrong reasons. (I used to want one, but that was a lost cause. . .thank the gods. The regular sausage casings are expensive enough, thank you.)

Ayuh, keep puttin' on aires. Keep up your facade of being something to be envied by buying expensive cars, houses, clothes you can't afford to impress no one and make yourself a target in today's economy.

Not my problem. People like that are not welcome in my sojourn on this Prison Planet. I have enough unwanted issues by simply it being necessary to have a job and running errands, and being a kitchen slave 2-4 hours a week depending on the intricacy of my weekly project. (Bein' a gourmet cook is time consuming.) I don't need any more Cosmically superfluous garbage to interfere with my discretionary moments. . .or personal sovereignty. Considering the only time you are completely sovereign is when there's no one around to compromise yourself with. (The joys of having different sleep schedules, though me and my unpretentious, 'real' flatmate do enjoy each other's company for those hours we share.)