I hate UGGS

So this post should have been posted way earlier, but who cares, it's here now.

So let me spill: I HATE UGGS.

A few years back, when the trend first started, I didn't mind as much. But that was until my classmates started wearing them every single fucking day, even in the damn spring and summer. For heaven's sake! I don't understand the need to prance around in your fucking wart inducing sheepskin boots when it's 20 degrees Celsius outside!!!!

Not to mention that these boots are fucking over priced and not worth a single penny. They have no proper foot support and aren't even water proof! WTF? Over 100 bucks for boots that aren't even water proof? What type of dumb logic is that? You have to buy a fucking spray to make it water proof and a brush to groom it. It's your own little f-ing pet. Why don't you just buy a dog and slap it on your foot? Because that's what these boots look like. They're hideous. (Not to mention wearing them in warm weather is a sure welcome to warts and stinky feet.)

Now that was my hatred BEFORE I understood the full extent of the horror named the UGG.

Sheep. Poor sheep. Ever since UGGS rose to popularity, the price and demand for sheepskin has risen too. Sheepskin doesn't fall from the sky.. THEY COME FROM SHEEP. And there are only so many sheep in the world that are already dead. ( Because apparently, UGG use humanly procured sheepskin. Although, I doubt it I don't completely disregard it.)

UGGS are actually a decent product and if anything my anger is more directed towards the consumers of the product. NONE of my "classmates" purchased UGGS to keep their feet warm, it was merely because they looked nice and because of the style. Why bother buying a product that specifically uses sheepskin to keep your feet warm when you're just gonna strut around in it because of it's prettiness. That's a terrible waste of sheepskin. That's like me flaunting around a perfect piece of juicy beautiful sashimi only to let it rot and go to waste. (UGG is also at fault with their advertising.)

Before you fucking buy a product to appease your stupid stylistic wants, why don't you think about the consequences and whether or not you really need the product. Are you even buying the product for the right reasons? You're better off buying a pair of $50 North Face water proof North Face boots (on sale) that will end up lasting you a good solid 5 years or more. (Oh how I love my loyal boots...)

Chinese culture and prehistoric dinosaurs

For the past few months, I have been eagerly searching and seeking an erhu teacher. An erhu is similar to a violin and usually has 2 strings: a D string and an A string.  When I finally found a suitable teacher and brought it to my parents’ attention, they weren’t very pleased.

I have taken piano lessons from the age of 4 until last year. I had finally quit because I played terribly and I lacked enthusiasm. This is a very likely outcome if you’re constantly told that you sound like crap and should practice. (If telling someone that they sound like crap is how you’re supposed to motivate people, then I’ve been doing it wrong my whole life!)

Anyways, a few months later I was then gifted a beautiful erhu by my kind grandfather. It was at this point that I realized how terribly out of tune I was with my own culture. Despite my Chinese background, the two languages I speak fluently and write and with which I am the most comfortable using are English and French. I understand both Mandarin and Cantonese, but cannot read or speak a single sentence. I decided it was time for some change and swore that from then on, I would watch at one Chinese animation a week to widen my vocabulary, subscribe to several Youtube channels that taught Chinese, and learn the erhu to become more “culturally Chinese.”

This is where the real story starts. My mother had always been keen on immersing me in Chinese culture. Based on this, you would think that she would have shown a tad of support in my new interest… wrong! In fact, she reprimanded and scolded me for being a greedy selfish idiot. To be honest, I can’t blame her. She did spend (in her words, not mine), over 10 thousand dollars on my piano. That’s a lot of money. After mentally noting down the money I owe her in the future, I decided that I would pay for my own lessons.

Now, getting a job was out of the question. My parents are adamant that I concentrate on my studies and not get distracted by a job. In short, I was not to be blinded by money. Well okay, fine. I had to use the money I had carefully saved in my bank account. With several calculations, I concluded that I had enough to last me a year. Great.

I easily contacted the teacher I had found and communicated back and forth with questions. My mother then told me that she could pay for half of the fee (I didn’t really care at this point). OH okay, how nice. After asking my mother if having a lesson the next day was fine (to which she said ok), I started composing an e-mail to inform the teacher. Halfway through, I asked my mother is she had any questions to ask and she told me to ask if the teacher gave out receipts. So I did. In addition to telling the teacher that the next day would be fine, I asked if she gave out receipts. The next day, I went to my lesson, had a wonderful time and paid for it with MY OWN money.

Once back home, I found my mother in a snarky mood and I sat there bewildered as she accused me of being irresponsible. Apparently she had wanted me to ask if there were any receipts BEFORE confirming that I could attend the lesson. This is where my rant starts.

 

First off, mom, when I asked you the night before, you gave me the most terrible attitude and stated very UNCLEARLY what you wanted to ask. I then double check a second time, but your attitude was so repulsive and you didn’t even bother properly communicating what you wanted.

Secondly, you then told my father a version of what happened that was totally off reality. You HAD NOT clearly told me that if no receipt was available I wouldn’t be allowed to attend the lessons. And I was the one who reminded you of the tax exemptions you could get if you payed. I informed you because you had offered to pay half and I told you because I didn’t want you to spend all that money on me. There was absolutely no need for you to send my father to me with an insulting speech on how you weren’t going to pay for the lessons anymore and how irresponsible I was. I really have no words to say. I’d been having a tough time ever since entering high school and my parents were only adding more stress and pain to my already frustrating life. I have a terrible social life at school and a terrible familial life at home. Tough luck.

 

Well, my dear readers, that’s it for today. Thanks for the reads.

Love,

A Jaded Misanthrope

 

 

A jaded misanthrope

This is a blog created in disdain and weariness by a human who occasionally feels neglected and outcast-ed. These feelings are caused by both his/her family and acquaintances. Do not be offended by the title of this blog. It's simply a name I find befitting of my current emotional state.

Love,
a Jaded Misanthrope