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Snooty high heels.
Who called the idiot brigade?
What do your crazy speciests do?" Kizzy asked.
Sissix shrugged. "Live on gated farms and have private orgies."
"How is that any different than what the rest of you do?"
"We don't have gates and anybody can come to our orgies.
Save the World-ers
The demise of our community and culture is the fault of sissified men who have been overly influenced by women.
Men. They were fucking men. Hard-core, badass, live by their own set of rules ... men.
We're getting ready to take over the world. My group of girlfriends - we're renegades.
It is true that snobisme may be urged against them; but it is at least snobisme in its most dynamic form, with a great deal of sound sense and energy behind it; and they are stricter with themselves than with any outsider.
Traitors."
"People," Marsh said. "People who were just trying to do the best with what life gave them."
"Well, I'm just doing the same thing," Kelsier said. "And, fortunately, life gave me the ability to push men like them off the tops of buildings.
The ones who nod in sympathy when their friends talked about street harassment, but whose lived experience involved more shouts of "lose some weight" than cat calls and leers. The
We are the most disgusting and obnoxious creatures; we can't succeed, and we won't let others too.
Morons, you can't do much with them, but it gives you a feeling that you're better than you really are.
their heart on their sleeves
We are the modern day gladiators.
We are young, beautiful scum pissed off with the world.
Guys, there's only one thing I hate more than bloggers who start sentences with 'guys' - and it's those mealy-mouth hipsters who crochet codpieces and their ye-olde-sideburned friends who pickle stuff and slaughter their own gluten-free goats.
Those.. we use to abuse in front of others..
somewhere deep inside.. we wish to be like them..
must love them for themselves,
The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for?
Whe can't escape who we are
OUTCASTS! R-R-RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, YOU S-S-SSTUPID H-H-HUMANS!!!
Comfort is for sissies and unattractive people
a bunch of granola eaters who hate George Bush.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.
men and women who'd constantly filed through our common room, wearing hoodies and piercings - uniform in their aversion to uniformity - to
We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.
Smug respectability, like the poor, we've had with us always. Today, however, ... such obtuseness is an indulgence we can no longer afford. The computer, nuclear energy for better or worse, and sudden, simultaneous influences upon everyone's TV screen have raised the ante and the risk considerably.
Stupid men, always thinking they're the ones who get to do the rescuing.
an unlovely gaggle of contrary old codgers".
uppity children,
Currently we breed cowards and snitches. Whored society of sons of whores!
They were people who believed that mediocrity was safe.
their them-and-us attitude
Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.
We're the noblest savages of all.
Puffballs of vanity when they're not being absurdly violent; wretchedly unhappy in their mental prisons and too stubborn to open the door and escape.
Load of ole mollygrubbers
Girls, I think. Why do women refer to themselves as girls? It's so weird
I don't know, I like the word sassy.
Let there be no hesitations, no regrets, no compromises - they are at once cowardly and vain.
Their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
Thieves, drunkards, lunatics, wastrels, and whores we might all be, but there ain't a coward among us.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away.
rabid tush patrol
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily - weak people, in other words ...
Women! Can't live with 'em, can't live with 'em!
These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work. Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men.
We take pride in what we do.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Girls from my graduating class come into the store brandishing solitaire diamonds like Legion of Honor medals, as if they've accomplished something significant - which I guess they think they have, though all I can see is a future of washing some man's clothes stretching ahead of them.
Daughters. They could cut you with a look.
WHORES.
Necessary in the nineteenth century for the contraction of syphilis, without which no one could claim genius.
Do you know what they call themselves, all these people?"
Alyss shook her head. How could she know?
"Alyssians." Bibwit spelled it out.
Her heart gave a little jump. Alyssians? No, they ask too much of me. "I don't think I'm ready for all of this," she said.
Laistry ... I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"
"Canadians.
My family is basically Gypsies - for real.
[T]he nags ... the national association of gals, that's our pet name for the NOW gang ... the nags are a bunch of whores to liberalism.
showing off is the fools's idea of glory.
Women are hard on themselves.
It's not what we are, Sophie. It's what we do.
We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves.
1. People who are
We ask to be recognized as men.
Catholic girls with tiny little mustaches.
Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.
The masses are asses.
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night,
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
We ain't popular
we sit in corners and look like mutes who are longing for a funeral.
A part of them has grown very attached to a certain way of life.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
You know what my friends and I used to call girls like you? Girls who had everything handed to them on a silver platter, who only cared about how they looked and who was dating the most popular guy?"
"What?"
His grin grows wider. "We called you bitches. You girls were straight-up bitches.
We're the gentle people, sweetheart. We're the losers!...it's what makes us stronger, in a way.
We are what we love.Love-- Erik Erikson
We're feminists. We're doing something that only guys are expected to do and doin' it right! At our concerts we'll do one hard-core rap song and then do one where we'll be real sexy.
My sister the booty police.
We are the people are parents warned us against.
Actually, we're just glorified flagpole sitters.
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
What are sisters for if not to point out the things the rest of the world is too polite to mention.
Bullies before beauties,
I hate people like that ... who have no pride in themselves.
Thieves, Heretics, and Whores
They're a symbol of the whole town, pretending to fight, love, weep and laugh all the time - and they're phonies, all of them. And I head the list ... their phony hearts were dripping with the milk of human kindness.
Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.
All of them, you see, misfits, all good for nothing, cowards, baboons, meek wolves, parasites, every man jack of them, people afraid to face their own responsibilities, fight their own fight, ready to go anywhere, as Tolstoy well perceived -
Every club has three types: fans, parasites and people who work their bollocks off, even ladies.
Those who seek to please everybody please nobody.
Freaks, they are very prejudiced. You have to have your hair long and talk in a certain way in order to be with them. In order to be the other way you have to have your hair short and wear ties.
La di da di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody.
Who are these human beings anyway? They walk around, strut, fret, as if they owned the planet, or the goddamned universe. I mean, who do they really think they are?
Women who are in no rush to respond to a world that's only conceived them as its consequence.
What masks are these uniforms to hide cowards!
I've no time for broads who want to rule the world alone. Without men, who'd do up the zipper on the back of your dress?
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
I feel a certain kinship with them. They don't compromise and they're not easy to know."
-Owen d'Arcy
Nothing is more unnerving to the truly conventional than the unashamed misfit.
There are chaps who don't care for them, you know. Simply can't abide them. Can't stand the sight of them, their titties and their big sit-upons,
What possesses them, these young girls with a talent for self-immolation?
City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.
they just had big bones rather than stand up an' say - I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.' An' he was right. I've bin an idiot. I'm not botherin' with