| | The ugly collectivism, Mr. Druckenmiller, is what one can see in every corner bar in America on a Saturday night.
I think the creator of that site was entirely justified, and he has even specified that if there are outstanding American women who exist, they are the exception. He is correct.
I have been labeled a misogynist myself for holding such an opinion, but it is simply because I acknowledge the facts of reality. Of the women I have encountered in my lifetime (and at this point there have been thousands in various countries), whether in a social, business, or beach setting, it is the American ones who make me embarrassed to share the characteristic of a XX chromosome. (Spring Break, anyone?) The French ones may also be neurotic, but at least they have style and avoid Twinkies.
Whether they are feminists (or whatever term they like to call it), manipulators, gold-digging tramps or simply neurotic and delusional, they invariably confirm my expectations. In rare cases, they might even be mostly rational. But I can count the American women I actually like, connect with, and respect on one hand. That includes my mother.
(Edited for big clarification neglected in first post.)
(Edited by Jennifer Iannolo on 1/30, 11:15pm)
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