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"Thirdly if you make promises, just think that later you might want to be asked to honour it! Or was it just something to say at the time to make yourself look good? Because now someone might think you’re a fucking right cunt! " I know I still owe you a beer. Jeez I didn’t realise you needed it right now  | |||
"~Thank you Mr. B~ You said 'shot'. Just thought i'd point that out." And I other thing… . Stupid phones. | |||
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"Alright, here goes: You know what's incredibly frustrating? Not getting any meets. It's like this endless cycle of anticipation followed by crushing disappointment. You put in all this effort—preparing, studying, sometimes traveling—and for what? To be left hanging, time after time. It's not just the wasted time; it's the emotional investment that really gets you. You get your hopes up, start envisioning possibilities, and then... nothing. It's like being promised a seat at the table and then being told you can't even enter the room. It's baffling how you can do everything right, follow every piece of advice to the letter, and still get ghosted. They say it's a numbers game, but it starts to feel like the odds are forever stacked against you. How many times do you need to hear, "Keep trying, your time will come," before it starts to sound like a hollow platitude? And meanwhile, you see others getting meets effortlessly, like it's some kind of cosmic joke at your expense. And let's talk about the ambiguity of it all. Are you doing something wrong? Is there some secret code you’re not cracking? It’s maddening! The lack of feedback is like trying to navigate in the dark. How are you supposed to improve when you don’t even know what you’re doing wrong? It feels like being stuck in a loop where you can’t make any progress because you’re constantly stumbling around blind. There's also the toll it takes on your self-esteem. Every "no" or, worse, every silence starts to feel personal, like an indictment of your worth. It's exhausting to keep picking yourself up, brushing yourself off, and trying again. You start questioning everything: your abilities, your decisions, even your value as a person. It's a relentless assault on your confidence. And the advice! Oh, the advice. Everyone’s got an opinion, and it’s always conflicting. "Be yourself," they say, but also, "Stand out!" "Show interest," but, "Don't seem desperate." It's a minefield of mixed messages, and no matter how you navigate it, you’re bound to step on a few landmines. Plus, there’s the isolation. When you’re not getting any meets, it feels like you’re the only one in the world dealing with this. Social media certainly doesn’t help, with everyone else seemingly living their best, meet-filled lives. You start to wonder if you're somehow fundamentally flawed, if you're the one person who just can't seem to get it right. And let’s not forget the logistical nightmare. You rearrange your schedule, sometimes even your life, for the chance at a meet. You sacrifice sleep, time with friends, and other opportunities, all for a chance that never materializes. It’s a colossal waste of resources, and it makes you question why you even bother in the first place. In the end, not getting any meets feels like a never-ending series of letdowns. It’s disheartening, demoralizing, and downright maddening. It’s like being stuck in a cruel game where the rules keep changing, and you’re never quite sure what you’re supposed to do next. And through it all, you’re expected to keep smiling, keep trying, and keep believing that someday, your meet will come. But sometimes, it's just really hard to hold onto that hope. Something like that?" You lost me at ‘here goes’  | |||
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"Alright, here goes: You know what's incredibly frustrating? Not getting any meets. It's like this endless cycle of anticipation followed by crushing disappointment. You put in all this effort—preparing, studying, sometimes traveling—and for what? To be left hanging, time after time. It's not just the wasted time; it's the emotional investment that really gets you. You get your hopes up, start envisioning possibilities, and then... nothing. It's like being promised a seat at the table and then being told you can't even enter the room. It's baffling how you can do everything right, follow every piece of advice to the letter, and still get ghosted. They say it's a numbers game, but it starts to feel like the odds are forever stacked against you. How many times do you need to hear, "Keep trying, your time will come," before it starts to sound like a hollow platitude? And meanwhile, you see others getting meets effortlessly, like it's some kind of cosmic joke at your expense. And let's talk about the ambiguity of it all. Are you doing something wrong? Is there some secret code you’re not cracking? It’s maddening! The lack of feedback is like trying to navigate in the dark. How are you supposed to improve when you don’t even know what you’re doing wrong? It feels like being stuck in a loop where you can’t make any progress because you’re constantly stumbling around blind. There's also the toll it takes on your self-esteem. Every "no" or, worse, every silence starts to feel personal, like an indictment of your worth. It's exhausting to keep picking yourself up, brushing yourself off, and trying again. You start questioning everything: your abilities, your decisions, even your value as a person. It's a relentless assault on your confidence. And the advice! Oh, the advice. Everyone’s got an opinion, and it’s always conflicting. "Be yourself," they say, but also, "Stand out!" "Show interest," but, "Don't seem desperate." It's a minefield of mixed messages, and no matter how you navigate it, you’re bound to step on a few landmines. Plus, there’s the isolation. When you’re not getting any meets, it feels like you’re the only one in the world dealing with this. Social media certainly doesn’t help, with everyone else seemingly living their best, meet-filled lives. You start to wonder if you're somehow fundamentally flawed, if you're the one person who just can't seem to get it right. And let’s not forget the logistical nightmare. You rearrange your schedule, sometimes even your life, for the chance at a meet. You sacrifice sleep, time with friends, and other opportunities, all for a chance that never materializes. It’s a colossal waste of resources, and it makes you question why you even bother in the first place. In the end, not getting any meets feels like a never-ending series of letdowns. It’s disheartening, demoralizing, and downright maddening. It’s like being stuck in a cruel game where the rules keep changing, and you’re never quite sure what you’re supposed to do next. And through it all, you’re expected to keep smiling, keep trying, and keep believing that someday, your meet will come. But sometimes, it's just really hard to hold onto that hope. Something like that? You lost me at ‘here goes’ "I kind of get it. I put fuck all effort into chat and get meets. Is that what you mean? 😂 | |||
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"🎤 public service announcement 📢 Willy Idol has made a serious post. As you were folks…………🤯" Willy has found chat IPT 😛 | |||
"Alright, here goes: You know what's incredibly frustrating? Not getting any meets. It's like this endless cycle of anticipation followed by crushing disappointment. You put in all this effort—preparing, studying, sometimes traveling—and for what? To be left hanging, time after time. It's not just the wasted time; it's the emotional investment that really gets you. You get your hopes up, start envisioning possibilities, and then... nothing. It's like being promised a seat at the table and then being told you can't even enter the room. It's baffling how you can do everything right, follow every piece of advice to the letter, and still get ghosted. They say it's a numbers game, but it starts to feel like the odds are forever stacked against you. How many times do you need to hear, "Keep trying, your time will come," before it starts to sound like a hollow platitude? And meanwhile, you see others getting meets effortlessly, like it's some kind of cosmic joke at your expense. And let's talk about the ambiguity of it all. Are you doing something wrong? Is there some secret code you’re not cracking? It’s maddening! The lack of feedback is like trying to navigate in the dark. How are you supposed to improve when you don’t even know what you’re doing wrong? It feels like being stuck in a loop where you can’t make any progress because you’re constantly stumbling around blind. There's also the toll it takes on your self-esteem. Every "no" or, worse, every silence starts to feel personal, like an indictment of your worth. It's exhausting to keep picking yourself up, brushing yourself off, and trying again. You start questioning everything: your abilities, your decisions, even your value as a person. It's a relentless assault on your confidence. And the advice! Oh, the advice. Everyone’s got an opinion, and it’s always conflicting. "Be yourself," they say, but also, "Stand out!" "Show interest," but, "Don't seem desperate." It's a minefield of mixed messages, and no matter how you navigate it, you’re bound to step on a few landmines. Plus, there’s the isolation. When you’re not getting any meets, it feels like you’re the only one in the world dealing with this. Social media certainly doesn’t help, with everyone else seemingly living their best, meet-filled lives. You start to wonder if you're somehow fundamentally flawed, if you're the one person who just can't seem to get it right. And let’s not forget the logistical nightmare. You rearrange your schedule, sometimes even your life, for the chance at a meet. You sacrifice sleep, time with friends, and other opportunities, all for a chance that never materializes. It’s a colossal waste of resources, and it makes you question why you even bother in the first place. In the end, not getting any meets feels like a never-ending series of letdowns. It’s disheartening, demoralizing, and downright maddening. It’s like being stuck in a cruel game where the rules keep changing, and you’re never quite sure what you’re supposed to do next. And through it all, you’re expected to keep smiling, keep trying, and keep believing that someday, your meet will come. But sometimes, it's just really hard to hold onto that hope. Something like that? You lost me at ‘here goes’
I kind of get it. I put fuck all effort into chat and get meets. Is that what you mean? 😂"Basically, yeah🙃 | |||
"My second rant that I need to get off my chest. "Rear of the Year" is a title that might seem like a light-hearted, humorous accolade, but the reality of being crowned "Rear of the Year" carries significant negative implications that go beyond the superficial acknowledgment of physical attributes. First, the title perpetuates the objectification of individuals, reducing a person to a single body part rather than recognising their holistic identity. It emphasises physical appearance over personal achievements, character, intelligence, or contributions to society. This focus can lead to an unhealthy obsession with body image, perpetuating the notion that one's worth is tied to their physical attractiveness. For the recipients, it can be a demeaning experience, as they are seen and celebrated for their body part rather than their talents, skills, or personality. Second, being crowned "Rear of the Year" can have long-lasting psychological effects. It places immense pressure on individuals to maintain a certain appearance, often leading to body image issues and insecurities. The constant scrutiny and public attention can be overwhelming, fostering an environment where individuals feel they must constantly live up to unrealistic and narrowly defined beauty standards. This pressure can contribute to mental health issues such as anxiety, depression, and eating disorders. Moreover, the title reinforces damaging gender stereotypes. It often disproportionately affects women, reducing their value to their physical appearance and reinforcing the sexist notion that women's bodies are for public consumption and judgement. This kind of objectification can contribute to a broader culture of sexism, where women are valued more for their looks than their abilities or accomplishments. Additionally, the media attention that comes with the title can be invasive and relentless. Winners are subjected to intense scrutiny by the public and media, often experiencing a loss of privacy. This unwanted attention can affect personal relationships and lead to a life lived under the microscope, where every move is analysed and critiqued. The constant invasion of privacy can be detrimental to one's mental well-being and overall quality of life. Furthermore, the title trivialises the concept of awards and accolades. In a world where there are numerous real achievements and contributions worth recognising, celebrating someone for their physical attributes seems shallow and frivolous. It diminishes the value of genuine accomplishments and sends the wrong message about what is truly worth celebrating in society. Finally, the notion of "Rear of the Year" is outdated and regressive. It belongs to an era where physical attributes were often the primary measure of a person's worth. In today's world, where diversity, inclusivity, and the celebration of all forms of achievement are increasingly important, such an award feels out of place. It clings to an antiquated idea that beauty is the pinnacle of success, ignoring the progress society has made towards valuing people for who they are and what they contribute. In conclusion, being crowned "Rear of the Year" is fraught with negative implications. It objectifies individuals, reinforces harmful stereotypes, places undue pressure on maintaining physical appearance, invades privacy, trivialises real achievements, and perpetuates outdated notions of value. It is high time we moved away from such superficial accolades and focused on recognising and celebrating the diverse and meaningful contributions that people make to society. Annndddd breatheeee🤬😠 " Simple, put on weight and get a nice flabby ass. The youngsters are pushing you hard anyway. Go out on a high. | |||
"🎤 public service announcement 📢 Willy Idol has made a serious post. As you were folks…………🤯 Willy has found chat IPT 😛" I worry about willy, it sounds like post rear depression to me  | |||
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"My second rant that I need to get off my chest. "Rear of the Year" is a title that might seem like a light-hearted, humorous accolade, but the reality of being crowned "Rear of the Year" carries significant negative implications that go beyond the superficial acknowledgment of physical attributes. First, the title perpetuates the objectification of individuals, reducing a person to a single body part rather than recognising their holistic identity. It emphasises physical appearance over personal achievements, character, intelligence, or contributions to society. This focus can lead to an unhealthy obsession with body image, perpetuating the notion that one's worth is tied to their physical attractiveness. For the recipients, it can be a demeaning experience, as they are seen and celebrated for their body part rather than their talents, skills, or personality. Second, being crowned "Rear of the Year" can have long-lasting psychological effects. It places immense pressure on individuals to maintain a certain appearance, often leading to body image issues and insecurities. The constant scrutiny and public attention can be overwhelming, fostering an environment where individuals feel they must constantly live up to unrealistic and narrowly defined beauty standards. This pressure can contribute to mental health issues such as anxiety, depression, and eating disorders. Moreover, the title reinforces damaging gender stereotypes. It often disproportionately affects women, reducing their value to their physical appearance and reinforcing the sexist notion that women's bodies are for public consumption and judgement. This kind of objectification can contribute to a broader culture of sexism, where women are valued more for their looks than their abilities or accomplishments. Additionally, the media attention that comes with the title can be invasive and relentless. Winners are subjected to intense scrutiny by the public and media, often experiencing a loss of privacy. This unwanted attention can affect personal relationships and lead to a life lived under the microscope, where every move is analysed and critiqued. The constant invasion of privacy can be detrimental to one's mental well-being and overall quality of life. Furthermore, the title trivialises the concept of awards and accolades. In a world where there are numerous real achievements and contributions worth recognising, celebrating someone for their physical attributes seems shallow and frivolous. It diminishes the value of genuine accomplishments and sends the wrong message about what is truly worth celebrating in society. Finally, the notion of "Rear of the Year" is outdated and regressive. It belongs to an era where physical attributes were often the primary measure of a person's worth. In today's world, where diversity, inclusivity, and the celebration of all forms of achievement are increasingly important, such an award feels out of place. It clings to an antiquated idea that beauty is the pinnacle of success, ignoring the progress society has made towards valuing people for who they are and what they contribute. In conclusion, being crowned "Rear of the Year" is fraught with negative implications. It objectifies individuals, reinforces harmful stereotypes, places undue pressure on maintaining physical appearance, invades privacy, trivialises real achievements, and perpetuates outdated notions of value. It is high time we moved away from such superficial accolades and focused on recognising and celebrating the diverse and meaningful contributions that people make to society. Annndddd breatheeee🤬😠 " Hilarious | |||
"Ok, my turn…… Oh, the weather. The ever-fickle, can't-make-up-its-mind drama queen of the natural world. One minute, the sky's as clear as a politician's promises before an election, the sun shining bright enough to make you regret every life choice that led you to forget your sunglasses. But this is WALES so don't you dare get comfortable. No sooner do you decide it's a great idea to step out without an umbrella, and bam! The heavens open up like they're auditioning for a biblical reboot. It's like the weather has taken on the role of that indecisive friend who can't pick a restaurant. "Should I rain? Should I shine? Maybe I'll do both at the same time! Just to keep things interesting." And you're left there, in your now-drenched light summer attire, cursing the very existence of meteorology. You'd think with all the technology we have – satellites, radars, and apps that claim to predict weather down to the minute – we'd have this figured out. But no!!! The weather is the ultimate diva, refusing to adhere to any schedule, thwarting my Summer Holiday plans and ruining hairdos with the capriciousness of a cat deciding between a nap and knocking over your fave mug. So here's to the weather, the chaotic neutral entity that keeps life interesting. Whether it's toasting you one second or drowning you the next, it's the unpredictable partner we never asked for but are stuck with. And really, where would the fun be if you always knew what to expect? ☀️🌧️🌦️⛈️🌤️☀️" That was a 5 star rant… You mentioned rain and shine 😛 | |||
"Ok, my turn…… Oh, the weather. The ever-fickle, can't-make-up-its-mind drama queen of the natural world. One minute, the sky's as clear as a politician's promises before an election, the sun shining bright enough to make you regret every life choice that led you to forget your sunglasses. But this is WALES so don't you dare get comfortable. No sooner do you decide it's a great idea to step out without an umbrella, and bam! The heavens open up like they're auditioning for a biblical reboot. It's like the weather has taken on the role of that indecisive friend who can't pick a restaurant. "Should I rain? Should I shine? Maybe I'll do both at the same time! Just to keep things interesting." And you're left there, in your now-drenched light summer attire, cursing the very existence of meteorology. You'd think with all the technology we have – satellites, radars, and apps that claim to predict weather down to the minute – we'd have this figured out. But no!!! The weather is the ultimate diva, refusing to adhere to any schedule, thwarting my Summer Holiday plans and ruining hairdos with the capriciousness of a cat deciding between a nap and knocking over your fave mug. So here's to the weather, the chaotic neutral entity that keeps life interesting. Whether it's toasting you one second or drowning you the next, it's the unpredictable partner we never asked for but are stuck with. And really, where would the fun be if you always knew what to expect? ☀️🌧️🌦️⛈️🌤️☀️" Now this ⬆️ is what I call a proper rant. Bravo Luna 👏 Encore! You need to up your game now boys!! | |||
"If Willy Idol can’t get meets then I’m fucking giving up trying. " 😂😂build a picnic and they will come | |||
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"My second rant that I need to get off my chest. "Rear of the Year" is a title that might seem like a light-hearted, humorous accolade, but the reality of being crowned "Rear of the Year" carries significant negative implications that go beyond the superficial acknowledgment of physical attributes. First, the title perpetuates the objectification of individuals, reducing a person to a single body part rather than recognising their holistic identity. It emphasises physical appearance over personal achievements, character, intelligence, or contributions to society. This focus can lead to an unhealthy obsession with body image, perpetuating the notion that one's worth is tied to their physical attractiveness. For the recipients, it can be a demeaning experience, as they are seen and celebrated for their body part rather than their talents, skills, or personality. Second, being crowned "Rear of the Year" can have long-lasting psychological effects. It places immense pressure on individuals to maintain a certain appearance, often leading to body image issues and insecurities. The constant scrutiny and public attention can be overwhelming, fostering an environment where individuals feel they must constantly live up to unrealistic and narrowly defined beauty standards. This pressure can contribute to mental health issues such as anxiety, depression, and eating disorders. Moreover, the title reinforces damaging gender stereotypes. It often disproportionately affects women, reducing their value to their physical appearance and reinforcing the sexist notion that women's bodies are for public consumption and judgement. This kind of objectification can contribute to a broader culture of sexism, where women are valued more for their looks than their abilities or accomplishments. Additionally, the media attention that comes with the title can be invasive and relentless. Winners are subjected to intense scrutiny by the public and media, often experiencing a loss of privacy. This unwanted attention can affect personal relationships and lead to a life lived under the microscope, where every move is analysed and critiqued. The constant invasion of privacy can be detrimental to one's mental well-being and overall quality of life. Furthermore, the title trivialises the concept of awards and accolades. In a world where there are numerous real achievements and contributions worth recognising, celebrating someone for their physical attributes seems shallow and frivolous. It diminishes the value of genuine accomplishments and sends the wrong message about what is truly worth celebrating in society. Finally, the notion of "Rear of the Year" is outdated and regressive. It belongs to an era where physical attributes were often the primary measure of a person's worth. In today's world, where diversity, inclusivity, and the celebration of all forms of achievement are increasingly important, such an award feels out of place. It clings to an antiquated idea that beauty is the pinnacle of success, ignoring the progress society has made towards valuing people for who they are and what they contribute. In conclusion, being crowned "Rear of the Year" is fraught with negative implications. It objectifies individuals, reinforces harmful stereotypes, places undue pressure on maintaining physical appearance, invades privacy, trivialises real achievements, and perpetuates outdated notions of value. It is high time we moved away from such superficial accolades and focused on recognising and celebrating the diverse and meaningful contributions that people make to society. Annndddd breatheeee🤬😠 Simple, put on weight and get a nice flabby ass. The youngsters are pushing you hard anyway. Go out on a high. " I should have just retired at the top. Always know when to hang up your jock strap | |||
"Can I open a dialogue on how infuriating it is that Fab turned "meet" into a noun?" Hang on, let me see if chat GPT is up for that…….. Erm…..no! | |||
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"Can I open a dialogue on how infuriating it is that Fab turned "meet" into a noun?" And Fab into a verb | |||
"My rant is the amount of sex I get as a single guy it's totally overwhelming I can't handle it "*looks at username* I'd like to rant about you missing the golden opportunity to say "overwheelming". | |||
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"Some of you need a hug & I'm here to oblige "I don't have a rant today but, I'll take a hug 🤗 | |||
"Some of you need a hug & I'm here to oblige
I don't have a rant today but, I'll take a hug 🤗"You never rant. Far too nice. | |||
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"Some of you need a hug & I'm here to oblige
I don't have a rant today but, I'll take a hug 🤗"Nothing like a good hug | |||
"Simple, put on weight and get a nice flabby ass. The youngsters are pushing you hard anyway. Go out on a high. I should have just retired at the top. Always know when to hang up your jock strap It's so sad that all that's left to you are the dregs." | |||
"I thought rant day was always Thursday? 🤔🤔🤔🤷♂️🤷♂️" Me too, Obi. I'm most discombobulated  | |||
"Alright, here goes: You know what's incredibly frustrating? Not getting any meets. It's like this endless cycle of anticipation followed by crushing disappointment. You put in all this effort—preparing, studying, sometimes traveling—and for what? To be left hanging, time after time. It's not just the wasted time; it's the emotional investment that really gets you. You get your hopes up, start envisioning possibilities, and then... nothing. It's like being promised a seat at the table and then being told you can't even enter the room. It's baffling how you can do everything right, follow every piece of advice to the letter, and still get ghosted. They say it's a numbers game, but it starts to feel like the odds are forever stacked against you. How many times do you need to hear, "Keep trying, your time will come," before it starts to sound like a hollow platitude? And meanwhile, you see others getting meets effortlessly, like it's some kind of cosmic joke at your expense. And let's talk about the ambiguity of it all. Are you doing something wrong? Is there some secret code you’re not cracking? It’s maddening! The lack of feedback is like trying to navigate in the dark. How are you supposed to improve when you don’t even know what you’re doing wrong? It feels like being stuck in a loop where you can’t make any progress because you’re constantly stumbling around blind. There's also the toll it takes on your self-esteem. Every "no" or, worse, every silence starts to feel personal, like an indictment of your worth. It's exhausting to keep picking yourself up, brushing yourself off, and trying again. You start questioning everything: your abilities, your decisions, even your value as a person. It's a relentless assault on your confidence. And the advice! Oh, the advice. Everyone’s got an opinion, and it’s always conflicting. "Be yourself," they say, but also, "Stand out!" "Show interest," but, "Don't seem desperate." It's a minefield of mixed messages, and no matter how you navigate it, you’re bound to step on a few landmines. Plus, there’s the isolation. When you’re not getting any meets, it feels like you’re the only one in the world dealing with this. Social media certainly doesn’t help, with everyone else seemingly living their best, meet-filled lives. You start to wonder if you're somehow fundamentally flawed, if you're the one person who just can't seem to get it right. And let’s not forget the logistical nightmare. You rearrange your schedule, sometimes even your life, for the chance at a meet. You sacrifice sleep, time with friends, and other opportunities, all for a chance that never materializes. It’s a colossal waste of resources, and it makes you question why you even bother in the first place. In the end, not getting any meets feels like a never-ending series of letdowns. It’s disheartening, demoralizing, and downright maddening. It’s like being stuck in a cruel game where the rules keep changing, and you’re never quite sure what you’re supposed to do next. And through it all, you’re expected to keep smiling, keep trying, and keep believing that someday, your meet will come. But sometimes, it's just really hard to hold onto that hope. Something like that? You lost me at ‘here goes’ "To:dr | |||
"This place. Rant over "You are in Starbucks aren’t you? | |||
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"This place. Rant over
You are in Starbucks aren’t you? "Yes, how did you know? | |||
"Chill out, you stressed out cunts. The mr " Good rant! 7️⃣/🔟 | |||
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"I don't know who's being serious here. There's people ranting about no meets who I'd 10/10 meet, so....... My day so far has been glorious. Utterly glorious. Yes, I'm fucking pissed that No 1 Son needed me to get up at 05:15 and drive him 100+ miles to the arse end of nowhere, but the weather is glorious, the drive was actually good and I've had a lovely morning whizzing over the fells, blasting out my music and am now happily ensconced in a beautiful café while my car charges. Yes, I have to work but fuck me. There's worse places to work ♥️" I'm pretty certain all of Willy Idol's rants have been shitposting. :P | |||
"My second rant that I need to get off my chest. "Rear of the Year" is a title that might seem like a light-hearted, humorous accolade, but the reality of being crowned "Rear of the Year" carries significant negative implications that go beyond the superficial acknowledgment of physical attributes. First, the title perpetuates the objectification of individuals, reducing a person to a single body part rather than recognising their holistic identity. It emphasises physical appearance over personal achievements, character, intelligence, or contributions to society. This focus can lead to an unhealthy obsession with body image, perpetuating the notion that one's worth is tied to their physical attractiveness. For the recipients, it can be a demeaning experience, as they are seen and celebrated for their body part rather than their talents, skills, or personality. Second, being crowned "Rear of the Year" can have long-lasting psychological effects. It places immense pressure on individuals to maintain a certain appearance, often leading to body image issues and insecurities. The constant scrutiny and public attention can be overwhelming, fostering an environment where individuals feel they must constantly live up to unrealistic and narrowly defined beauty standards. This pressure can contribute to mental health issues such as anxiety, depression, and eating disorders. Moreover, the title reinforces damaging gender stereotypes. It often disproportionately affects women, reducing their value to their physical appearance and reinforcing the sexist notion that women's bodies are for public consumption and judgement. This kind of objectification can contribute to a broader culture of sexism, where women are valued more for their looks than their abilities or accomplishments. Additionally, the media attention that comes with the title can be invasive and relentless. Winners are subjected to intense scrutiny by the public and media, often experiencing a loss of privacy. This unwanted attention can affect personal relationships and lead to a life lived under the microscope, where every move is analysed and critiqued. The constant invasion of privacy can be detrimental to one's mental well-being and overall quality of life. Furthermore, the title trivialises the concept of awards and accolades. In a world where there are numerous real achievements and contributions worth recognising, celebrating someone for their physical attributes seems shallow and frivolous. It diminishes the value of genuine accomplishments and sends the wrong message about what is truly worth celebrating in society. Finally, the notion of "Rear of the Year" is outdated and regressive. It belongs to an era where physical attributes were often the primary measure of a person's worth. In today's world, where diversity, inclusivity, and the celebration of all forms of achievement are increasingly important, such an award feels out of place. It clings to an antiquated idea that beauty is the pinnacle of success, ignoring the progress society has made towards valuing people for who they are and what they contribute. In conclusion, being crowned "Rear of the Year" is fraught with negative implications. It objectifies individuals, reinforces harmful stereotypes, places undue pressure on maintaining physical appearance, invades privacy, trivialises real achievements, and perpetuates outdated notions of value. It is high time we moved away from such superficial accolades and focused on recognising and celebrating the diverse and meaningful contributions that people make to society. Annndddd breatheeee🤬😠 " I’m convinced you used AI to create these verbose rants. | |||
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"I thought rant day was always Thursday? 🤔🤔🤔🤷♂️🤷♂️ Me too, Obi. I'm most discombobulated "Thursday is throat punch day. Hope that helps. J | |||
"Can I open a dialogue on how infuriating it is that Fab turned "meet" into a noun? And Fab into a verb " And an ignored into a ‘polite no!’ | |||
"Some of you need a hug & I'm here to oblige
I don't have a rant today but, I'll take a hug 🤗"m Coming up. Maccies in tow  | |||
"Some of you need a hug & I'm here to oblige
I don't have a rant today but, I'll take a hug 🤗
You never rant. Far too nice."Let’s have a beer | |||
"Chill out, you stressed out cunts. The mr Good rant! 7️⃣/🔟" 7! That’s my chance of gold gone 🤦🏻♂️ The mr. | |||
"🎤 public service announcement 📢 Willy Idol aka ‘ROTY’ has made a serious post. As you were folks…………🤯" 😏 | |||
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"Chill out, you stressed out cunts. The mr Good rant! 7️⃣/🔟 7! That’s my chance of gold gone 🤦🏻♂️ The mr. " I was going for a Len Goodman Strictly type of 7! | |||
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"Men All men do is lie If they’re not outright lying, they’re hiding something Yes all men I will not be accepting any criticism, thank you "I’m here before the men crying about misandry 😂 | |||
"Men All men do is lie If they’re not outright lying, they’re hiding something Yes all men I will not be accepting any criticism, thank you "If I agree am I lying 🤔 | |||
"Men All men do is lie If they’re not outright lying, they’re hiding something Yes all men I will not be accepting any criticism, thank you
If I agree am I lying 🤔"Hiding something. | |||
"This place. Rant over "🫂 | |||
"Men All men do is lie If they’re not outright lying, they’re hiding something Yes all men I will not be accepting any criticism, thank you
If I agree am I lying 🤔
Hiding something." | |||
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"Men All men do is lie If they’re not outright lying, they’re hiding something Yes all men I will not be accepting any criticism, thank you
I’m here before the men crying about misandry 😂"It’s coming, I’m sure | |||
"I honestly don’t have anything to rant about OP. I’m happy as a happy bird doing a happy bird dance ♥️" Yay LB!  | |||
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"This place. Rant over "I love this place. It’s some of the people I don’t like. | |||
"Ok, my turn…… Oh, the weather. The ever-fickle, can't-make-up-its-mind drama queen of the natural world. One minute, the sky's as clear as a politician's promises before an election, the sun shining bright enough to make you regret every life choice that led you to forget your sunglasses. But this is WALES so don't you dare get comfortable. No sooner do you decide it's a great idea to step out without an umbrella, and bam! The heavens open up like they're auditioning for a biblical reboot. It's like the weather has taken on the role of that indecisive friend who can't pick a restaurant. "Should I rain? Should I shine? Maybe I'll do both at the same time! Just to keep things interesting." And you're left there, in your now-drenched light summer attire, cursing the very existence of meteorology. You'd think with all the technology we have – satellites, radars, and apps that claim to predict weather down to the minute – we'd have this figured out. But no!!! The weather is the ultimate diva, refusing to adhere to any schedule, thwarting my Summer Holiday plans and ruining hairdos with the capriciousness of a cat deciding between a nap and knocking over your fave mug. So here's to the weather, the chaotic neutral entity that keeps life interesting. Whether it's toasting you one second or drowning you the next, it's the unpredictable partner we never asked for but are stuck with. And really, where would the fun be if you always knew what to expect? ☀️🌧️🌦️⛈️🌤️☀️" You know scientists can make it rain now.? | |||
"My first rant is why the fudge we don’t have this as a regular thing anymore!!! Secondly - wtf do people think is right about interfering and sticking their nose into shot that doesn’t involve them. Let people get on with their lives and don’t try to fuck other people’s up Thirdly if you make promises, just think that later you might want to be asked to honour it! Or was it just something to say at the time to make yourself look good? Because now someone might think you’re a fucking right cunt! Rant over. Anyway,… feel free to get something off your chest. "goodness .. is everything OK?? | |||
"I honestly don’t have anything to rant about OP. I’m happy as a happy bird doing a happy bird dance ♥️"  | |||
"My first rant is why the fudge we don’t have this as a regular thing anymore!!! Secondly - wtf do people think is right about interfering and sticking their nose into shot that doesn’t involve them. Let people get on with their lives and don’t try to fuck other people’s up Thirdly if you make promises, just think that later you might want to be asked to honour it! Or was it just something to say at the time to make yourself look good? Because now someone might think you’re a fucking right cunt! Rant over. Anyway,… feel free to get something off your chest. goodness .. is everything OK??"Not yet, I will be. Someone/something (not on fab,) is pissing me off. | |||
"My first rant is why the fudge we don’t have this as a regular thing anymore!!! Secondly - wtf do people think is right about interfering and sticking their nose into shot that doesn’t involve them. Let people get on with their lives and don’t try to fuck other people’s up Thirdly if you make promises, just think that later you might want to be asked to honour it! Or was it just something to say at the time to make yourself look good? Because now someone might think you’re a fucking right cunt! Rant over. Anyway,… feel free to get something off your chest. goodness .. is everything OK??
Not yet, I will be. Someone/something (not on fab,) is pissing me off.
"Sending you big squishy hugs. . Don't let the fuckers get you down xx | |||
