But this is beside the point, because this letter is meant specifically for the males inhabiting the Greater New Orleans Area.
Are you aware that it is common knowledge among girls of substance in this city that we are in the very LAST place you come to find a life-long companion?
Do you have any perspective on the fact that this means that it is common knowledge that girls of substance think you are ridiculous, childish, lazy, irresponsible, player, man-children?
Do you realize that if you can't land a girl of substance, you will end up being 60, alone, with nothing but copies of playboy, empty promises of strip club bouncers, and your own regrets to keep you company, keep you getting up in the morning? Sadly, you'll have deserved it.
I don't think any of you have really thought this through. In fact, I'm quite positive you haven't. So this is my gift to you, ye head-in-sand man-whores: Avert your eyes from the Greek hoochie who can't seem to understand basic street crossing for one second and pay attention.
Even the girls you're sleeping with (or want to be sleeping with) think you're lame because you have zero good intentions, and zero perspective on what it means to live well, to love, to be loved; and the worst part of it is that you have no idea, nor do you seem to care. Apathetic Idiots.
What. Is. Wrong. With. You?
There are many among us who would like so see a mass de-johnsification because that's the only way you might start using your MINDS. While I don't support a maiming, perhaps a temporary paralysis might help you to understand that you continually throw away good things because they cost too much. Why wait for the goddess when you can get the dairy maid whenever you please? here's the answer...wait for it...because SHE'S a GODDESS, you morons.
I'm sorry for all of you in advance who will end up siring illegitimate children in spurious relationships that end in infidelity and emotional trauma.
But then..
I don't feel sorry for you.
bastards.
