disgrace somebody Sometimes I want to say to her You are a disgrace to the female half of the race. You are the reason why stereotypes are so insurmountable. You pretend to be enlightened, and liberated, and strong. You're not. You depend on male approval. You depend on approval in general. You are so fake that you don't even realize that you are fake. You pretend to be a deep thinker, but you can't sit in silence with a close friend for more than 10 whole seconds. You can't just talk with one person, or enjoy the company of another person without wondering whether or not you're missing something. Well, I'll tell you; you're missing it all. You're missing reality. You go out and live the teenage American dream, and then you go to school and expect everyone to buy the idea that you're some kind of neo-Greek philosopher. Maybe it works on most of them because they're just like you. You watch BET and you think that makes you know black people? You listen to rap and you think you know what ghetto life is like? You watch CNN and all of a sudden you're Ms. Social Concerns Committee. You listen to Tori Amos and Dave Matthews and this makes you a poet. You don't want to face hard facts. Life is tough. And having real relationships with people? Well, that's hard too. But not for you. It's all a breeze. And if it's ever hard, you just blow it off as either humanly impossible or unimportant. If I bring up controversial topics in front of guys or authority figures, you giggle and try to explain it away. I don't want your goddamn explanations. I don't want you to represent me to the world, because even if I'm less socially adjusted than you are, at least I'm real. 020328 what's it to you? who go blather from