AndreaGail
29th May 2010, 07:37 AM
Temper tantrums and the circle girls.
I happened to be at the local mall recently. I loathe malls and was only there to buy a belated birthday gift with a gift certificate I had gotten. As I’m sitting on a bench sipping coffee I noticed 2 or 3 women walking in a circle. They kept walking in a circle over and over again. I thought this is odd, is this some sort of workout routine? Then I realized it couldn’t be so I asked the local security guard.
I said are these women working out? They’re not dressed for working out, they’re dressed for show. He said no, I call them the circle girls. The circle girls I said? What is this? He said we have women and some men here every day who wonder around the mall. They don’t have any money left, their cards are maxxed out but they’re still conditioned to go to the mall and window shop. So they wander around a few hours and come home. He said it’s usually the same gang of about a dozen women.
Hmmmmm……..interesting.
So I’m thinking there is more to this phenomenon. Then I realized how angry many Americans are. Are they angry that they don’t have a job or are they angry that the credit card is dried up and there is no more money OR the men they’ve been leeching off of are broke as well or dumped their sorry gold digging ass?
Up until 3 years ago the malls here were full of people shopping and buying in an orgiastic pace. Ms. Shopaholic (who had the illegal alien nanny and gardener working on her McMansion) was at the mall on Saturdays, with or without the kidlets. First it was a stop at the Gap Store, followed by Nordy’s (for those of you who don’t know that the catch phrase for Nordstrom’s) and then lunch at a mall restaurant. Usually the server is white but many times they are from another country with the illegal alien busboys and dishwashers in the background. You usually had the Jews on Sunday since they go to the temple (yeah right) on Saturdays.
Then off to the Asian Star Nail salon to get their mani/pedi with Vietnamese women squeaking and squawking in their own language while they’re doing your bidding. I used to laugh at the irony of some of the women who came to that nail salon. While many were hot, many were NOT. It never ceased to amaze me how these obese white women would spend all this money on their toes and nails and bleached highlighted short hair. I guess they thought that no one would notice they were 300 pounds if they had those ghetto nails.
I stopped going to those nail salons many years ago. I realized as a single woman most straight men don’t care about mani/pedi. They like women with long hair and healthy looking bodies. Plus I think those Asian women talked about me when I came in, like they do everyone. I’m sure they said here comes that Annie sashaying around with her booty and boobs and lording it over the rest of us with flat chests and pancake asses.
All that money these white women were spending at the mall could have been used to stay at home, home school their kids and put money away so that the hubby didn’t have to kill himself working 80 hours a week. Now don’t get me wrong, the women aren’t the only ones to blame here, the men who wanted these trophy wives knew exactly what they were getting into to.
Up until about 2007 Californians were on a spending orgy. Bought houses they couldn’t afford hoping the price would continue to go up and up like my beautiful balloon. Once the house had equity in it, they would take out a home equity loan and pay off that $50K MasterCard. Spending $50K requires a lot of energy and work to spend. Energy that needs downtime relaxation in the form of a mani/pedi at the Me Love You Long Time nail salon. (I can barely stand the .99 store long enough to spend $5).
Slowly but surely the house started losing value and the cards began to fall. One doesn’t have to be an economist to see the handwriting on the wall, it’s simple math. You export jobs and import illegals; you have a disaster on your hands, pure and simple.
So now the anger I see in my city is not at the government, it’s a temper tantrum that the compulsive obsessive mall shopping has stopped and these ladies don’t know what to do with themselves.
I grew up in a different era. You didn’t buy things you couldn’t afford and you paid for most things in cash. You rarely dined out (my grandma’s cooking was better than Denny’s) and you made do with what you had. Instead of throwing something out, you either got it fixed or did without until you could buy another. Maybe I’m weird, but if I can’t afford something I don’t buy it. I cook (I rarely dine out), I sew and crochet, go to gun shows, tea party rallies and stab blow up dolls, that’s my form of fun.
http://www.occidentaldissent.com/2010/05/27/temper-tantrums-and-the-circle-girls/
I happened to be at the local mall recently. I loathe malls and was only there to buy a belated birthday gift with a gift certificate I had gotten. As I’m sitting on a bench sipping coffee I noticed 2 or 3 women walking in a circle. They kept walking in a circle over and over again. I thought this is odd, is this some sort of workout routine? Then I realized it couldn’t be so I asked the local security guard.
I said are these women working out? They’re not dressed for working out, they’re dressed for show. He said no, I call them the circle girls. The circle girls I said? What is this? He said we have women and some men here every day who wonder around the mall. They don’t have any money left, their cards are maxxed out but they’re still conditioned to go to the mall and window shop. So they wander around a few hours and come home. He said it’s usually the same gang of about a dozen women.
Hmmmmm……..interesting.
So I’m thinking there is more to this phenomenon. Then I realized how angry many Americans are. Are they angry that they don’t have a job or are they angry that the credit card is dried up and there is no more money OR the men they’ve been leeching off of are broke as well or dumped their sorry gold digging ass?
Up until 3 years ago the malls here were full of people shopping and buying in an orgiastic pace. Ms. Shopaholic (who had the illegal alien nanny and gardener working on her McMansion) was at the mall on Saturdays, with or without the kidlets. First it was a stop at the Gap Store, followed by Nordy’s (for those of you who don’t know that the catch phrase for Nordstrom’s) and then lunch at a mall restaurant. Usually the server is white but many times they are from another country with the illegal alien busboys and dishwashers in the background. You usually had the Jews on Sunday since they go to the temple (yeah right) on Saturdays.
Then off to the Asian Star Nail salon to get their mani/pedi with Vietnamese women squeaking and squawking in their own language while they’re doing your bidding. I used to laugh at the irony of some of the women who came to that nail salon. While many were hot, many were NOT. It never ceased to amaze me how these obese white women would spend all this money on their toes and nails and bleached highlighted short hair. I guess they thought that no one would notice they were 300 pounds if they had those ghetto nails.
I stopped going to those nail salons many years ago. I realized as a single woman most straight men don’t care about mani/pedi. They like women with long hair and healthy looking bodies. Plus I think those Asian women talked about me when I came in, like they do everyone. I’m sure they said here comes that Annie sashaying around with her booty and boobs and lording it over the rest of us with flat chests and pancake asses.
All that money these white women were spending at the mall could have been used to stay at home, home school their kids and put money away so that the hubby didn’t have to kill himself working 80 hours a week. Now don’t get me wrong, the women aren’t the only ones to blame here, the men who wanted these trophy wives knew exactly what they were getting into to.
Up until about 2007 Californians were on a spending orgy. Bought houses they couldn’t afford hoping the price would continue to go up and up like my beautiful balloon. Once the house had equity in it, they would take out a home equity loan and pay off that $50K MasterCard. Spending $50K requires a lot of energy and work to spend. Energy that needs downtime relaxation in the form of a mani/pedi at the Me Love You Long Time nail salon. (I can barely stand the .99 store long enough to spend $5).
Slowly but surely the house started losing value and the cards began to fall. One doesn’t have to be an economist to see the handwriting on the wall, it’s simple math. You export jobs and import illegals; you have a disaster on your hands, pure and simple.
So now the anger I see in my city is not at the government, it’s a temper tantrum that the compulsive obsessive mall shopping has stopped and these ladies don’t know what to do with themselves.
I grew up in a different era. You didn’t buy things you couldn’t afford and you paid for most things in cash. You rarely dined out (my grandma’s cooking was better than Denny’s) and you made do with what you had. Instead of throwing something out, you either got it fixed or did without until you could buy another. Maybe I’m weird, but if I can’t afford something I don’t buy it. I cook (I rarely dine out), I sew and crochet, go to gun shows, tea party rallies and stab blow up dolls, that’s my form of fun.
http://www.occidentaldissent.com/2010/05/27/temper-tantrums-and-the-circle-girls/