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Ranty McRantness.
I'm a constant mail checker. I check my work mail at home and my home mail at work. I can't help it. I get spatterings of interesting e-mails but mostly it's crap.
My personal mail is hotmail/msn and every day (as all hotmail users know) they have the most mind-numbingly dumb articles and features. More so than the Today show. And for some reason I always read the "dating articles" and each time I want to scream.
Today it was this.
It was this:
Got the travel bug, ladies? That’s why God created National Geographic. We’ll gladly treat you to a subscription.
That made me want to go on a MSN killing spree. Is this from the 50s?
And he's the solution for taking a man clothes shopping:
Instead, here’s what we would be interested in: We’ll light candles, put on some mood music, pour some wine, and you can give us a private fashion show. Oh, sure, it won’t be nearly the same without the neon lights, price tags, and judgmental stares from other women who think we’re perverts as we wait for you to emerge from the dressing room. But it’ll be close enough for us.
AKA: I don't care what you do as long as you fuck me afterwards.
They also tell men not to take women paintballing on a date. What? Are you kidding me? That would be awesome!
MSN also suggests to women that the following things are "irresistible":
- Asking for direction. AKA: acting dumb.
- Playing the field. AKA: being a slut.
- Have a great pick up line. Wait? Are those still used?
- Refuse to committ: AKA: be a tease.
- Take up striptease. Duh! Jeez, how else are you going to meet the love of your life.
God damnit! I'm gonna go play with the burst vein in my forehead.
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