The Ovine File
By Mack & Tosh
Help me people to understand this obsession with the "Diva."
Somehow I don’t understand how a bunch of overmade-up ignorant cows in stretched polyester can even be considered anything other than totally repulsive. I just don’t fucking get it. I look at these illiterate stuck-up cum guzzling morons, and think that genocide may not be such a bad call after all. If being "all that" means you look like you should be juggling used condoms while wearing a fucking red rubber nose, then so be it.
When I hear the word Diva, I think of someone that is worthy of respect, a true beauty in every sense of the word. Intelligent, funny, warm and completely natural; the very personification of feminine virtue. If you notice, nowhere in there is: Bitchy, Uptight, Stuck-up, Inane, or any of the other characteristics of the current Diva trend. Tina Turner, Lena Horne, Marilyn Monroe are examples of what I would call a
real Diva. RuPaul represents more of a true Diva than the Spice Sluts or any of the other cookie-cutter sopranos that currently define the term.
Okay, since you’ve asked, I’ll tell you what crawled up my sagging ass and prompted this diatribe. While visiting a friend of mine in Sacramento recently, I had the misfortune of watching MTV’s the House Of Style. The fact that it was shortened to H.O.S. I found quite amusing, as many of the women on the program looked similar to prostitutes cruising in SF’s tenderloin district.
Apparently being Tha’ Bomb means having an IQ of approximately 5 with the sole ambition of sucking as much cock as can be accomplished in one lifetime. Toss in utter and complete rudeness, poor fashion sense, several trite piercings and a purposefully humongous ass and you have the total package.
I try and observe people whenever presented with the opportunity, and reflect objectively on trends that I see erupting before my eyes. This Diva thing sickens me like nothing since the Reagan/Bush era.
I could honestly care less what people choose to do with their lives. We’re all individuals and luckily have every right to pursue what makes us feel good about ourselves. What does irritate me is blind ignorance, a complete lack of respect,
and the burgeoning flock mentality. If someone really wants to wear 5" platform shoes, then so be it. If someone wants to pierce their eyebrow or septum, so be it. If it makes you feel better about who you are by making these choices, then great, I wish you all the luck in the world.
Don’t ask me to worship you, treat you better or worse than everyone else, or think that your corrupt values make you somehow more enlightened or intelligent.
The most beautiful thing about people is their honesty. This bullshit is the biggest lie perpetrated since the Strategic Defense Initiative—yeah I’ve got your missile umbrella--right fucking here.
We as a society are losing the ability to choose who we are. When I saw that Divas and their male counterparts (the smoothed-out urban gangster) evolve into the social model for the future I cried.
I walk the streets of Walnut Creek, Concord, Berkeley, and SF and I cry. I see these towering clod-hopper wearing bitches demanding props from the world and I want to push their droopy shoulders and watch them fall over. I’ve tried to talk to these people, and it’s like talking to a fucking Porta-potty. Actually a mobile shitter is more dynamic as it reflects the natural waste of several hundred individuals rather than the collective
waste of a hundred separate lives as they all try to be the same.
As an old-school punk, I remember people looking at my friends and I like we were odd and somewhat foolish, but at least the punks were smart. I watch these social inbreds interact, and think that if a complete sentence could be formed amongst the lot of them, I would have never have to write this article.
Though week after week at the Sound Factory, Dan’s, Diablo Valley College, St. Mary’s College, in stores and on the street I am greeted with absolute mental sewage. These walking wastes of sperm are so caught up in either trying to "front" the world or "breaking someone off" that original thought has no room to
flourish within their lives. I see hundreds of people walking around with giant flashing Vacancy signs over their eyes, and again I weep. The fact that half of these idiots are probably "strapped" scares me even more.
Back to the original gripe...Ladies...spend half the daily time you allot for make-up and shopping and try and figure out who you are away from what you see in the media. Read a book, go for a walk, anything that helps shape you as an individual. Otherwise you are doomed to a vacant boring existence that you won’t fully appreciate until someone, somewhere asks you the most frightening question of all: What do you think?
Baa, Ram, Ewe
Hugs and Kisses--Rox
Eh...I'm Pretty Bored, No One I Know Is On-Line
Lemme See What Else Pisses This Guy Off
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