To Sum Up

Basically, the massive wave of sex-first modern media has made nearly every woman a walking, talking anxiety attack (men aren't much better, but are much less sensitive by nature).

Welcome to Hell.

* The rate of Americans who use anti-depressants has doubled since 1996. [In 14 freaking years the RATE has doubled?!?!!?]
* Women are 2 times more likely to use anti-depressants than men.
* Antidepressants are most commonly prescribed for adults between the ages of 50 and 64.
* Roughly 18.8 million US citizens are suffering the effects of depressive and anxiety disorders.
* As many as 4% of preschoolers are now considered to be clinically depressed and are being given anti-depressants for treatment.
* While it’s thought that anti-depressants help by helping to regulate the level of serotonin and other chemicals in the brain, the truth is the reason these drugs work isn’t actually clearly defined.
* Children and adolescents who take anti-depressants are more prone to suicidal and depressive thinking.
* Eating Disorders can and often are, treated with anti-depressants.
* People under the age of 24 are most likely to experience suicidal thoughts while on anti-depressants.

http://www.anti-depressant.org/2010/01/interesting-statistics-and-facts-about-anti-depressant-use-in-the-us.html

- Adult use of antidepressants almost tripled between 1988-1994 and 1999-2000.
- Ten percent of women 18 and older and 4 percent of men now take antidepressants.
[Ten bleeping percent? Are you out of your mind? That's an astounding percentage. Starting at 18? That sounds great. What exactly could be so wrong with an otherwise perfectly healthy 18 year old girl? What caused it? Let me guess, it has something to do with half-naked women splashed EVERYWHERE and the hyper-attention paid to their bodies? Just a hunch.]

http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/pressroom/04news/hus04.htm

Almost Half of Americans Use at Least One Prescription Drug Annual Report on Nation's Health Shows

Women Yurn for the Old Days Too

"F*ck and Run" by Liz Phair

I woke up alarmed
I didn't know where I was at first
Just that I woke up in your arms
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love 'cause he's in it?

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

You got up out of bed
You said you had a lot of work to do
But I heard the rest in your head
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend another year alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

You almost felt bad
You said that I should call you up
But I knew much better than that
And almost immediately you felt sorry
'Cause you didn't think this would happen again
No matter what you could do or say
Just that you didn't think this would happen again
Without or without your best intentions

And whatever happened to a girlfriend
The kind of chick who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a girlfriend
The kind of chick who makes love 'cause she's in it?

And you want a girlfriend
You want a girlfriend
You want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

In Defense of Female 'Bimbos'

This has gone on for long enough. For too long I have heard the lesser intelligent, above-average looking female class demeaned, mocked, jeered and loudly insulted by men and women alike (but mostly women). I am no champion of the dim-witted dear who has spent 3 hours between hair, make-up and shoes for a ride to the Burrito shop, but I think it has all gone too far. And whats more I think many women could learn a thing or two from the "bimbo" crowd. They're not as dumb as they seem you see.

First, let us define the bimbo. She is preferrably blond, but any color will do, with very high heels, trim to shapely, typically very done-up with hair overly styled and every toe painted and polished to a gleaming shine. She hasn't read a politically-aimed literary work her entire life and she knows the names of every actor and actress ever born. She can recite Maybeline colors like an ambulance-chasing lawyer can recite the bill of rights. She is generally unthinking in matters of global and or national significance and she doesn't really want to know much beyond what applies to her, her husband and her children in the immediate 3-5 years - or days, depending. In short she ignores what seems to be the most important aspects of life and cares little to debate what we ought to do about the power structure's neglect of the civil population, environment or immigration.

But that's not to say she's worthless, pathetic or disabused. No, dear friend. No, indeed. She is quite sly if you ask me. She is like the cunning salesmen who ignores the techno-speak about the product his competitor's are pitching and makes the client feel good with a rum-bowl and leggy blondes. You see, the bimbo knows what counts. She has no time to suffer fools. She has no time for matters which are ultimately non sequiturs. She sees men. She watches their eyes, their actions, their movements. She thinks last, and feels first. But she senses and she feels and she does them both very, very well. She knows what sells. She is a woman and she wants children with a handsome man who can provide. And when the chips are down, what do men choose? The ugly truth is that they want a young, sexy, female with which to have sex with - and they usually wind up marrying one. Men one day learn that they and women are different and on the list of things they can live without, a sexy figure and attention to appearance always make the cut. The 'bimbo' knows this and that's where she places her bets.

Speaking for men, if I may for a moment - we'd like both - we'd like our Ph.d. wrapped in Pamela Anderson's exterior, but that's just not possible and moreover its futile to search for. So you either take the girl next door in her plain shape and package or else you make sure you can live on vapid, relatively common conversation with a sexy wife. And with a little practice, you'd be amazed how one can get by with that. Do we want inane conversation? No. But if the woman is even modestely intelligent, nay, educated and will listen to reason or listen to our diatribes on this or that, that very well may be close enough. Men are aggressive animals and they want a sexy woman. Period. The truth is indeed ugly. Brilliant and famous men are often found with statuesque models. Why? Because they're men first and idealogues second. Sex sells, ladies and gentlemen, for better or for worse. And if his playmate is a bit conservative, wants to get and stay married, and wants him to make the command decisions? Then we have a deal. It sounds like she's promising to play the role of woman and gasp, we get to play the role of the man - a man's man. Its the only role we are confident playing anyway.

Many a cerebral woman has crossed my path and they would all have me drawn and quartered for what I am suggesting, but guess what? Those women are more bitter and cynical than anything else - and for that I do not blame them. But they also come to accept what we all as animals must... the pecking order. The alpha males pick the hottest females and the rest of us fall into line. We do not pick the hottest or most intelligent mate that we may have wanted, but the mate we select sacrifices a bit as we do and having a mate is better than having none at all. Reliable access to sex, companionship, friendship, romance, understanding and compassion are things happy people all have in common.

So the next time you see the 'bimbo' do not pity her, for she is not stupid. In fact, she cuts through the fluff faster than many of us so called 'smart' folks. She's comfortable with being what she is and nothing more. And happiness is a simple choice, after all. Perhaps we should all think a little less and embrace her simplicity of thought, even if we don't completely adopt the rest of her.