Sexism
Freddie Woo tells us: Despite being a well rounded modern man I think women are best off getting married and having a few kids else they'll be absolutely miserable come middle age.
What views do you have that are probably sexist that you believe are true?
( , Sun 27 Dec 2009, 12:23)
Freddie Woo tells us: Despite being a well rounded modern man I think women are best off getting married and having a few kids else they'll be absolutely miserable come middle age.
What views do you have that are probably sexist that you believe are true?
( , Sun 27 Dec 2009, 12:23)
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Driver-based sexism.
I was in a multi-storey a few weeks ago, and I heard a loud noise. It was the characteristic sound of a bell-end approaching. That 'whob, whob, whob, whob' noise that can only mean 1 thing. A chav is coming nearer, and the bass from his speakers (inevitably HIS speakers) is so loud I can hear it outside of the car.
I turned around to see nobody near, and the noise kept on increasing. Suddenly, this thing came into view from the 'up' ramp, and I realised I had been hearing this racket through a foot or two of concrete. As the car drew nearer I realised that it was the 'special' kind of noisy car, an affront to both the eyes and ears alike. Purple 'things' sprouted from both bumpers, and the windows were dangerously tinted.
I realise I am very much an old man when it comes to loud music, but this thing was so loud it was ridiculous. It actually hurt my ears as it drove past, such was the bass coming out of it. (Not the engine, I should add, it was a lawn-mower special...) The noise inside must have been frighteningly loud.
As I watched, this monstrosity squealed into a space, without braking at all, until the very last second, parked up and the door opened. The noise from within blasted into the car park like the trumpets heralding armageddon. From the bowels of this foul machine crawled a tattooed, neanderthal-looking, spotty oik, his greasy hair hidden by a Burberry cap, and his pasty body draped in the finest of tracksuits.
Except, that last part wasn't true. The door did open, to reveal a smart young asian lady, wearing a suit, who got out of the car, and went off carrying a briefcase. I'd say it challenge my sexist stereotypes of car-drivers, but frankly it's the exception that proves the rule. I'd still be willing to bet money that it was her brother's car she was borrowing, and she couldn't figure out how to turn the stereo off.
( , Wed 30 Dec 2009, 15:48, 2 replies)
I was in a multi-storey a few weeks ago, and I heard a loud noise. It was the characteristic sound of a bell-end approaching. That 'whob, whob, whob, whob' noise that can only mean 1 thing. A chav is coming nearer, and the bass from his speakers (inevitably HIS speakers) is so loud I can hear it outside of the car.
I turned around to see nobody near, and the noise kept on increasing. Suddenly, this thing came into view from the 'up' ramp, and I realised I had been hearing this racket through a foot or two of concrete. As the car drew nearer I realised that it was the 'special' kind of noisy car, an affront to both the eyes and ears alike. Purple 'things' sprouted from both bumpers, and the windows were dangerously tinted.
I realise I am very much an old man when it comes to loud music, but this thing was so loud it was ridiculous. It actually hurt my ears as it drove past, such was the bass coming out of it. (Not the engine, I should add, it was a lawn-mower special...) The noise inside must have been frighteningly loud.
As I watched, this monstrosity squealed into a space, without braking at all, until the very last second, parked up and the door opened. The noise from within blasted into the car park like the trumpets heralding armageddon. From the bowels of this foul machine crawled a tattooed, neanderthal-looking, spotty oik, his greasy hair hidden by a Burberry cap, and his pasty body draped in the finest of tracksuits.
Except, that last part wasn't true. The door did open, to reveal a smart young asian lady, wearing a suit, who got out of the car, and went off carrying a briefcase. I'd say it challenge my sexist stereotypes of car-drivers, but frankly it's the exception that proves the rule. I'd still be willing to bet money that it was her brother's car she was borrowing, and she couldn't figure out how to turn the stereo off.
( , Wed 30 Dec 2009, 15:48, 2 replies)
I suspect you've been set up
I'm probably going to cop heaps for this, but I've honestly never seen an asian woman able to park a car in a normal manner, let alone just drive into the space.
( , Thu 31 Dec 2009, 5:05, closed)
I'm probably going to cop heaps for this, but I've honestly never seen an asian woman able to park a car in a normal manner, let alone just drive into the space.
( , Thu 31 Dec 2009, 5:05, closed)
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