I swear the last couple of weeks I've lost touch with everything it means to be a girl. I mean it's sorta funny that after watching 'Fight Club' I discover this. Supposingly a very male film. Consider me a big fan. Yeah, I'm into to this one. Not because of Brad Pitt. Well he is nice to look at even if he's blood spattered. But how ironic I wanna get girlie after watching this testosterone filled film full of muscles, blood, sex and violence. It's not just for the boys any more. Not that I want to start a fight club of my own or anything. There's just so many things to make you go hmm. How strange the author originally wrote it as a short story consisting of only seven pages. Very observant man of the human need not just male need. I'm reading the book right now. Expanded of course. Not just seven pages any more.
Any way... it's got me to thinking....where's the girl? Oh you know the one. The one that sits back and just relishes being the girl. Painting her nails, having a drink in the tub, wearing her cozy robe, stocking up on cosmetics, watching sappy Lifetime movies.... okay I confess; just doing what she pleases because dammit it's high time she stop doing everything else and start doing something for herself. Well I know what she's doing and it's not any of the above.
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