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EdieMammon β Your Poison Of Choice COMIC chapter 11 Part IV
Published: 2014-07-05 12:15:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 2051; Favourites: 9; Downloads: 3
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A lot of dialogue, well, monologue in this. But the drawings are worth it!
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Boo Boo seems rather 'developmentally delayed' for her age, as the shrinks would probably say, judging by her clinging to an old little girl dress, her fondness for My Little Goomba, and her tendency to carry a stuffed animal called Mr. Toast around. Some would assume she is less intellectually advanced because of this, perhaps even hold her back in school on that sole basis. I believe I was held back based solely on my immaturity. I was into Care Bears and My Little Pony well into my teens. I burnt out on My Little Pony before the Brony generation came out. Was she cut off from a childhood or something?
What's Iggy doing with that... Thing?
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Quite the contrary; Bonita was just 14 years old when her award-winning thesis on dysfunctional families and their role in the development of the abnormal psyche of serial killers was published and offered her a free ride to the Free 
Β I've studied the hatred of women, of which we can definitely call Boo Boo a victim of. It's not a scientific study. Human behavior and psychology is not a science in my opinion, therefore I went to one of the plentiful sources instead of a library. According to those Red Pill popping misogynist assholes who couldn't get laid if their mouth breather existence depended on it, women are and should be treated, like children, except you can legally sleep with them. No shit: wehuntedthemammoth.com/2014/02β¦ It's one of those Victorian era attitudes that's not gonna change unless its perpetuators gets a taste of it themselves. Either Boo-Boo's parents believe in it too, or they found it convenient, because they try to make their daughter believe the only way a woman can be truly successful is if she marries the "right" man and makes everybody's lives, except her own, so much easier. The pills were an aid in this, but Boo-Boo bought it because she really loved her parents. She hated their guts, but she loved them to death. She never would have hurt them if she hadn't been on those pills and killing them made her feel horribly guilty. She's not insane at all, but Clawdia is covering her tracks. In a way that allows her access to Boo-Boo's amazing health insurance.
Iggy's merely putting all these pieces together, like a good Koopa.
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When I was fourteen I got A's in gifted classes in English and History but barely got a B minus in honors algebra. It was the first time I had taken a math class that wasn't, well, special ed, and I had to get tutoring just to pass, but I don't think I would have needed tutoring if I had just taken the initiative to study it on my own. It took me a long time to figure out my own learning disabilities; that to try and learn math while a teacher is talking about it, the teacher may just as well be speaking gibberish. I was immature in more ways than one however; I genuinely wanted to drop out of school and write books and become a filthy rich bestselling author like J.K. Rowling (my Harry Potter phase was in sixth grade). At fifteen I came up with the Cosmic Kittens fantasy series, would have been best as a comic or cartoon but I hated doing comics so I just wrote books. I mellowed out and wised up later on in high school, and decided that I wanted more than anything to win a scibrat award, but I wanted to win it the fair way, by coming up with an original idea and not having any parents help me or a lab, and I might have done it had I access to a computer with internet, or if I were even just allowed to go to the public library where they actually have books that are written above grade school level. Instead I was forced to sit in my room and watch Hannah Montana, and every now and then go out to clean after dogs and farm animals. It wasn't until I was long out of high school that I realized just how unfairly stacked against me the odds were, and that the kids winning all these awards were nothing more than their parent's promotional little puppets. I blame them for not bringing science fairs and other enrichment to poorer schools, for being so ignorant as to blame me for my own failure when I have sacrificed so much to learn what they complain about their brains needing a break from - not just the kids but the parents and the idiots who set up these competitions. I have been to three different colleges in the year since the Bitch threw me out, and none of them were even close to a satisfactory educational experience. Listening to these scibrats telling you to take more challenging classes if the classes there are too easy for you, well, 'let them eat cake' comes to mind. I decided for the moment that I would get a better educational experience by dropping out altogether.
I have never to my knowing suffered misogyny - being disabled is enough of an excuse to infantilize me, and though I have heard such stories by women who work in the sciences, nobody has ever told me that being a girl means I don't have the math or spatial ability of a boy - it's rather hard to tell a girl that when they outscore the smartest boys in the school at the Science Bowl. I have heard of male colleagues who sexually harass women and gang up on them though, there is a lot of misogyny in the male-dominated fields I am interested in.
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I've been on the receiving end of a lot of it, not only from men, but other women. No public institution can ever offer the perfect education. It's sad, because the individual student does matter just as much as the whole class. After the program is finished, how big are the chances that the class is gonna stay together as a group? Nil, that's how big! Whenever I see people I went to school with regardless of grade I wish I could puke acid in their faces at will. I hate those bastards yet I can't open a Facebook page without being recommended to add them to my friends list. They were a cancer in my life I'm so glad to be rid of, and I did, at one time during high school, tell the teacher to take her peer-tutoring tall-poppy zerosum garbage and shove it back up her ass where it so belonged. That's how I dropped out, by the way, and I've never looked back. I was just seventeen but I couldn't hack it anymore. I realized that day after being ridiculed by the teacher for not seeing the value of putting one strong student to "help" three weak ones, that I never had been able to hack it in the first place. They weren't weak; they just didn't bother. When I tried to explain this to the teacher she called me conceited. The straw that broke the camel's back, much?
Schools aren't places of education at all, just a place to drop off your hopes, dreams and dignity right next to your shoes and gold teeth before entering the realm of institutional conformity. And no, you won't get them back. Unless you break free. And here's the kicker - freedom from this world comes with so many burdens that every day you wonder if it's worth it. Luckily upon seeing how the people you have to fit in with live their lives you get your answer.
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I didn't know you had a Facebook 
I heard the tall poppy thing is unfortunately prevalent in Scandinavian culture. So that peer tutoring thing was their idea of 'challenging' the gifted kids? Leading a stubborn mule to water and forcing him to drink it is not a challenge, its downright impossible. It's a wonder if anybody makes it to university that way, it almost seems a subtle way to impose class stratification in a society that stresses equality, since the students at richer schools would not have to do it, or at least have easier peers to deal with. Reminds me of the 'honors' program at SD Mesa community college, for gifted students that want to 'challenge' themselves - let's get real here, no gifted student would attend Mesa as a full time transfer student unless they were dirt poor, skinflint cheap, rejected from every other school in the county for reasons similarly complicated to mine, or sold a line of crock about how great it is. Most of the teachers would not even do the honors program, most of the ones that would only did it for one student a semester, and then there was this calculus teacher who would let everybody do it, but the 'honors' add-ons to the curriculum were just writing a biography on a mathematician, which any language arts major can do, and peer tutoring a certain number of hours in the tutoring center (that way the school doesn't have to PAY for tutors!) In my opinion, an honors calculus class should AT LEAST require that the students learn how to formulate proofs, as is taught in first year at more rigorous schools but not until junior or senior year for math majors at most schools. If I go back there, it is only to take maybe music and foreign language classes, since those are subjects that I am not well versed in, but if I'm going to get a mediocre grade in a physics or math class it's going to be condensed matter field theory or functional analysis, not watered down electromagnetism and 'modern' (pre-quantum) physics for dummies freshmen or calculus for people too poor dumb ungifted to take it in high school. Even if I have to widen my thigh gap to the bone saving up money to pay for it.
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That's disgusting.
I realize that I forgot to respond to your review of the latest Iggy's Poison chapter. Well, here goes. Thank you very much for it. Long reviews that remain on topic are always greatly appreciated.
Well, none of the Gang members' backgrounds were fleshed out in the original, and the comic is more of a picture collection.
The Sallow Gang is kind of a feudal society, at war with the evil corporation. The irony is that while this is a fairly common delusion in psychotic individuals, it's not a delusion at all. They've lost the war and they know it, but that doesn't mean they're giving up. It's like when you shoot a bear - it won't be unable to tear you apart until it's completely dead. The gang's more dangerous than ever. As most feudal societies in history it's lead by a man, and women are seen as property. The Gang girls' tasks are not to bear eggs/children and build homes, however; but the winner of friendship matches such as the one between Koops and Iggy does get to pick any female partner he wants, even if she's already with another man. Iggy is a product of a family where some of these attitudes were already institutional, but he's mature enough to recognize when a woman has been hurt. Shelly says mean things, scares and belittles him, but he doesn't call her a bitch or smack her around. He genuinely feels sorry for her and that the men in her life have broken her. It doesn't help that the only way for her to earn her keep in the gang is being a handmaiden to Koops. The fact that Iggy did hurt a woman he loved so dearly is probably why he struggles with conflicting emotions when it comes to Shelly. She doesn't fit neither the Madonna nor the Whore - slot and that probably short-circuits a brain already wreaked havoc on by puberty. What many misogynists have in common is that they put women on pedestals and then complain they're so hard to reach, while defining femininity as a complete subservient, child-like sweetness. Iggy does this too, and I have a feeling that if not all, then most men do compare their love interests to their mothers. It's Freud 101. The male psyche is fascinating
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You're welcome
Thank you, your feedback is always appreciated, I mean that even though I sometimes have trouble expressing it. I checked the Brookstone website, they really do have those massagers. I keep on forgetting to actually go inside the store though, and I go to the mall every Thursday too. I meant to go in the Brookstone this morning, but I arrived too early and it was shut. It's actually between a Naartjie kids clothing store and a Tesla car store - this is the super fancy University Town Center mall - and across from a Sephora perfume store, among other places. I saw some fun toys in there but I had to go down to the food court/ice rink to do my 'work' until noon by which food was the only thing on my mind and since Yogen FrΓΌz hasn't sent any Royalty Rewards lately I went to the Yogurtland across the street. Shame it slipped my mind to even take a short visit before writing that story; as for comfy I got a couch and a comfy chair as gifts and my dad's girlfriend is sending me money for a bed but what I really need is a good sized dresser and a closet that doesn't fall down when you breathe on it. I was going to make Wendy sing said copyrighted song and act out the video, but I've got something better in mind for her 
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"the john in this shit hole"
i see boo-boo likes origami, she has made a fortune teller
and what is that iggy is building/fixing?Β
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The owners of shitholes have to be clear on where the toilets are. Otherwise people might think it's perfectly ok to just crap where they stand
Thank you
She consults her fortune teller every day on wardrobe choices. Is there a better way?
I think Iggy's about to realize what's really in the making here.
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and we wouldn't want crap filthing up the shithole!
so i get to see in the next part?
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Yes, you will
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What on earth is Iggy tinkering with? Well; he tinkers with everything. Poor Boo-Boo.Β
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Poor, poor Boo Boo. All she ever wanted was a fresh start...
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I wonder if she'd like to come to Garden Island?Β
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I'm sure she would.
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As long as she doesn't hang herself from them! 
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Someone should tell her that...
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She must watch out for the Faggot Gangs The Snipes and the Snapes.Β
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