Letters to the Editor
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a loose translation
I'm funny, smart, charming and dynamic. I'm complimented almost daily on my looks, so I know I'm not ugly... I usually find out later that they have chosen to pursue someone less attractive and much dumber... I volunteer my time regularly. I have a career I enjoy, a wonderful family and a dear best friend. I wear nice clothes. I drive a very nice car.
Hmmm. Let's translate:
I'm selfish, convinced of my peerless genius and enjoy bullying people under the guise of being "dynamic". Men ogle my body, thus validating my piss-poor sense of self-worth... yet when I find out these same men have chosen women who don't match up to my goddess-like status, I instinctively denigrate these women to mask my hurt and rejection... I volunteer my time regularly, and by that I mean I once donated fifty bucks to a food bank. I have a career that makes me an obscene amount of cash. True, material goods are a sad substitute for genuine human emotions, but who cares? I'm rich. And smart. And beautiful. Just ask me.