wahrscheinlich eine wiederholung
http://gnarlykitty.blogspot.com/I was out with Will yesterday when my mom called and asked me to go pick up a pair of shoes she's been eying at Zara Emporium.
For the first time I could act like I was a rich bitch, you know picking things up and just go straight to the cashier without giving it a second thought.
I was living in my snob shopper bubble until I came to a pile of clothes on the top of the cashier counter. I had been out-shopped.
When I say pile I mean pile. Not 3 dresses, not 5. But like 20 different types of dresses and tops in a pile like you'd see in flea markets.
Then it came to mind that oh yeah clothes here are cheaper than other countries and there were a couple of Chinese tourists around so maybe they were just shopping away their last day in the city.
I was hit later by a presence of this guy who was talking loudly at the top of his lungs to the staff about the pile of clothes that was in front of me. I looked, he was fat, old like wrinkly, and I was dead sure he could not have been younger than 50.
He was asking them in a Italian/Russian/Amazonian accent something about how he was gonna carry the pile out of the shop.
Then he walked over to my right side, and it all just became clear to me when he walked over to this tight ass bitch clad in black spandex wrap who was trying on this super slutty golden high heels.
Man these hos (and I mean it literally) really do get good life out of selling their asses. Any puffy-haired hi-so adorning LV from head to toe wouldn't even be able to afford to buy in heaps like that. Well financially I think they can but taste-wise, I doubt it.
The ho twisted around in those heels a while before handing them to "daddy" with a smiley nod.
He was still figuring out how he wanted to get the stuff out of the store. He asked the staff who said they could leave them here and get someone to pick it up the other day. He went over to the obviously frustrated bitch who was dying to take those clothes back to her little cell. He was explaining to her the situation. She didn't get it. Mai kao chai mai kao chai. He had to get the staff to come and TRANSLATE to her what her DADDY was talking about.
He's old. She's 12. He's an accented farang with a girlfriend who doesn't even speak ENGLISH.
The world of bar girls and their "daddy" boyfriends is beyond me.
I get the "business", selling asses and c*nts for money and I get why ugly guys use their service. But to date them, bring them out to fancy dinner (not any restaurants, but like 5-star dining places), take them shopping in shops that their town neighbors could only be maids in, bring them to see your parents, heck, MARRY AND HAVE KIDS with them, it's just whack.
I'm sorry but I really don't have sympathy for these girls. They utter "I love you long time," and bam! the guys just fall at their agogo-trained feet.
Hey Sexpats? What is it about them that makes guys want to share their futures and fortunes with? To me, they're like toilets that you just relieve yourself in and move on. You don't marry them. And trust me, if you didn't have the money, they wouldn't marry you too.
That girl wasn't ugly I tell you. She could do decent jobs like being air-hostess or cosmetic counter girl if she really wanted to have a decent life. Of course she wouldn't be shopping for heaps of clothes with trips to the exotic lands of the West but she would be something of a person, and not just another example of Bangkok's unsightly stereotype that will keep mass-branding us other decent Thai women.
I felt bad for the Zara staff that they had to suck up to this piece of ass. I feel for all waiters and other decent service workers that have to serve these people. Though they can't afford heaps of clothes, they are real. And they can go home and sleep every night without having to think that they have yet lost another part of their soul to an obnoxious sweaty bloated man.
Yeah OK enough already. If you're not a bar girl or patronizing one, then my post isn't directed to you. It's a blog deal with it. I don't intend to make money out of it nor do I have a specific crowd to please. Don't like what you read, fine your opinion. If you hate it so much, there's the X button on the top of your browser use it.
Yes yes, I'm bitchy, I don't know any better, I can pay for stuff without selling my ass,I'm a whore, my father is doing whores or my boyfriend is doing whores that's why I hold a grudge, I do Coke because I wrote about it, blah blah blah yes we've covered all that thank you. Feel better? Now move along. Want to leave clever remarks where they are appreciated, go to Matt's.
Naja, wenn man aus Versehen mal auf die Fernbedienung kommt und nen anderen Kanal erwischt, kann es vorkommen, dass man auch mal andere Berichte sieht.TG-Enzo" schrieb:Ich finde es sehr schade, daß man immer wieder nur DIESE Seite von Thailand im TV zu Gesicht bekommt.
Ja, da hast Du recht, nur wie sieht es denn im Forum so aus und wäre es nicht sinnvoll sich eher über RTL / SAT1 / ... aufzuregen, da diese hier abzuschreiben scheinen?TG-Enzo" schrieb:[...]
Zu dem Rest des Berichtes kann ich mich eigentlich nur den Vorrednern anschließen. Es ist nun mal leider wieder eine Art von Filmbericht, den "wir" scheinbar gerne sehen wollen - sonst würde sich so etwas schließlich nicht im TV immer wieder "verkaufen" lassen.
Wen interessiert denn WIRKLICH das Land, die Leute sowie die Kultur? Da ist es doch viel einfachere "Kost" wenn man knapp angezogene und lächelnde Mädchen zeigt die man für ein Trinkgeld "mitnehmen" kann....... - leider ist es genau das was viele von Thailand kennen bzw. glauben zu wissen! Motto "Wasser auf die Mühlen" .....
Ich finde es sehr schade, daß man immer wieder nur DIESE Seite von Thailand im TV zu Gesicht bekommt.