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Blissed

Thoughts on The Bad Girls’ Club.

There’s nothing else on, and I need background noise while I’m reading this tediously boring chapter on Psychology. One episode in and I’m reminded of why (except for Jersey Shore) I don’t care much for reality television.

Do these women - no girls - think that they’re doing themselves or anyone else any favors by acting like complete dummies? I’m not talking about being classy or graceful or any of that, I mean just being conniving and immature and ridiculous. It’s annoying, it’s sad. It’s girls like these that no girl should try to be like, but that every girl like that seems proud to be. The types of girls that relish the fact that other girls don’t like them. The Bad Girls Club, I guess it’s the point of the show to glorify everything that makes girls say ‘I don’t get along with girls’.

There is nothing wrong with being friendly and not two faced, funny but not in a cruel way, happy but not only at someone else’s misery, pretty but not conceited about it and an overall positive person. You can be the kind of girl that handles your business and isn’t a pushover without looking for altercations. I find it better, much less obnoxious, and all around easier to live a good life if you’re undercover dangerous.

Jan 26th at 4PM / tagged: girls. life. television. ugh. / reblog / 31 notes