”I am a product of my culture.

I am a modern female living in the United States, in the year 2019.

I am hopelessly addicted to my smartphone. I am hopelessly addicted to social media. I am hopelessly addicted to the dopamine release I get when I post something, and that post gets over 100 likes on Instagram.

I am hopeless addicted to, and consumed by the attention I get from social media, and I crave it: all day, every day. Instagram, Twitter, snap chat, facebook, all of the above!

I am independent, I have been told my whole life that I don’t need a man to be fulfilled. I have bought into this lie, and it bleeds through in every interaction I have with men (or anyone really).

I value my career growth and opportunities above all things.

A husband and a family may come later, after I’ve had my fun and my fill. My fill of: late Saturday nights in the city, the nightclubs with bottle service, always getting attention from thirsty beta’s, mimosa’s at brunch with my girlfriend’s, Sunday Fun-days (more bottle service), and the insanely terrible hangovers on Monday.

To help get me through my Monday hangovers, I”ll make more posts on social media, and ride off of the dopamine hits those give me.

I am a product of my culture.

I am a product of shallowness, narcissism, depravity and dopamine addiction.

And a touch of feminism thrown in to keep me ”strong, and independent”.

I love to piss away all my money, I blow it all on shoes, handbags, makeup, wine, trips to other cities, and dinners out at nice, expensive restaurants with my girlfriends. On Saturday nights we’ll even throw in to get some nose candy.

I am a product of my culture.

I listen to pop culture icons artists like Cardi B, Drake, Maroon 5, and Ariana Grande.

I plan to settle down one day, maybe around age 30, then have kids between 32-35.

But not before I’ve had my fill though.

Before that I want to travel all over, and milk all the attention I can get from the losers on Tinder, Instagram, Snap chat, and Twitter.

I am a product of my culture. I never read anymore, or learn new things. I never create or offer value. I never better myself, unless its the occasional trip to gym.

I simply consume.

Consume, consume, consume, consume.

I consume everything, and its never enough, I always want more: attention, social media (God I LOVE the social media!), food, wine, material possessions, and cocaine on Saturday nights.

I am a product of my culture.

I am looking for the right man, but don’t you think for one second, that I’ll ever put forth an ounce of effort to better myself, or become a better more desirable prospect for a man.

That will never happen.

I am fine just the way I am, I mean after all…..that’s why I’m so ”independent!”.

No man can ever control me. I do what I want, when I want. My place is always a disaster, there are always dishes in the sink. I never clean, in fact: I often even hire a cleaning lady to clean for me while I’m at work during the week.

I cannot cook a single thing. I just use my microwave.

I don’t own any dresses. I usually just wear jeans and T-shirt, just like my guy friends.

I hardy ever wear perfume, or get my hair done.

I own a dog, he’s my man. He’s the only consistent man in my life.

I’ve dumped every guy I’ve ever dated, and most of them I cheated on (whoops!).

I got over each of them in .02 seconds, while they were upset about it for weeks afterwards (ha, what losers!)

I could’ve cared less, they should have treated me better. They should have treated me like the princess I am. They should have worshiped the ground that I walk on.

I have 1 tattoo, thinking about getting 2 more. 

I am a product of my culture.

Nothing is ever my fault. I always have to have the last word.

By the way: never forget that I am strong and independent, I don’t need no man!!

I wear baseball caps, I go the gun range, and I pretend to watch sports!!

I have a college degree (it makes me more attractive to men), it elevates my social status. Social status after all, is everything (btw are you following me on insta yet?).

I am a product of my culture.”

-The modern westernized woman of the 21st century

 

-Matt Mitchell