My first set of black neighbors were loud, coarse, and rude. But so are a lot of white people, I thought. Well, these guys had a much smaller dictionary than even your typical redneck: every other word was fuck and nigger. They smoked weed throughout the day, went clubbing at night (but left their TV and stereo booming), brought home ugly sluts to bang, threw things at said slut, smoked weed, and so forth. I never saw evidence they held regular employment, but they all had luxury cars with gaudy accessories. Debt collectors would show up on my doorstep, asking if I knew where I could find Shaneed McNigger. The first time, I didn't even know it was a loan shark (he introduced himself as Darnell's business partner). I tell him where Darnell is. Three hours later, this nigger is pounding on my door, cussing me out for giving him up, interfering in his business. I was surprised and scared at first, then I got pissed and closed the door. He pounds some more, calls me a racist, then leaves. From then on, I get glares from the other niggers.

I'm a good tenant, so I go to our Polish landlord. He sympathizes, ends up serving them eviction notices, but along come another pack of niggers. These guys are worse. They're hiding guys dodging warrants, so the police eventually raid the place and put the fucking underground railroad out of business. Niggers go to jail. I move to a different neighborhood. Black neighbors again. Pretty much the same story. The breaking point for me was when my sister came by. Being niggers, they whistled and cat-called, of course, but that wasn't what bothered me. It was when the loud argument next door was interrupted by gunshots. My sister was scared for her life. Apparently, some drug deal went bad. I gave the landlord notice and looked for places with higher rent. But because this is still a largely black town, my neighbors are black.

These guys seem clean-cut, middle-class. One is a graduate student, studying Ebonics or some shit. My liberal self says, It's not race, it's class. Poors are always trashy, right? Then it starts up again. Weed, rap, sluts. Sure enough, a few weeks later there's a fistfight going on in the yard next door. A circle of niggers hooting and hollering while two of their chimp brothers roll around in the dirt. I moved again. To a white neighborhood.

I wouldn't say all blacks are worthless. But nine out of ten are and I wouldn't put too much hope on that tenth one.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20725960)

now how about women?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726018)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726985)

The first thing to say is that women are very different when they're in a serious relationship versus when they're not. Most men deal with women either as lovers or family, and this simply doesn't reflect how single women behave. Yeah, I have a sister, and I love her a lot, but I probably wouldn't if she acted like any of these girls.

The second is to make the following useless disclaimer: no, I wasn't trying to fuck any of the girls here. Obviously as a straight man, I probably wouldn't have turned them down, but I wasn't some butthurt suitor. It's amazing how consistently liberals resort to this hackneyed stereotype whenever a man criticizes women.

First set of female neighbors was right after college. There were a lot of sectioned houses in the neighborhood; I rented a small house attached to a much larger place where four single women were staying. They were all nice to me (one even brought cake the day I moved in). I was working irregular hours, so sometimes I'd wake up when they'd be in the yard talking.

Holy shit, these were mean sluts. Guys have locker room talk, but that's nothing compared to the brutal vivisection an unsatisfied women gives her partner. They'd talk about dick size, dudes who came too soon, bad technique, etc. Probably the worst was when they'd make fun of this guy, Mike, who was stuck in the friendzone with one of the girls (she, on the other hand, was fucking some temp-to-temp bum at the time). When he came over, it was all, "Mike, you're so sweet! Oh, you shouldn't have, Mike. You're such a great guy, Mike." And when he was safely gone, "That loser Mike's coming over again." They'd laugh. I felt sorry for the guy, but it wasn't really any of my business.

When I was staying in the Rainbow Neighborhood of Niggersville, I had a few more opportunities to observe choice female behavior, but it was in keeping with their general trashiness.

A year after I moved to a new town, I lived next door to two women sharing a place. ITE was in full swing by this time, and most people my age were just grateful for a job. Not these cunts. One was working at a rental car company, but was calling in sick regularly. Somehow she was well enough to bitch on the phone all day about her "modeling career" (absolutely pissed me off because I was working from home at the time). The other quit her pharm sales job, which probably only hired her on looks, because it was too much work. Worked as a bartender instead, talked openly about sucking off the boss for extra cash. Her retarded friends assured her that 1. it wasn't cheating because there was no "emotional relationship" and 2. her body, her business. About a month later, her boyfriend finds out that she banged some dude at a party. What followed was the lulziest conversation I've ever overheard in my life (and I wasn't trying to listen, she was just so damned loud). She's crying, frantically denying everything, screaming that he's "not being fair" and "not letting her speak." When I ran into her the next day, she was lugging a shopping bag obviously filled with ice cream tubs. The other thing about their place was that it had a weird smell. I hate to say I could tell when they were on the rag, but it smelled like dried blood and shit (their bathroom window faced one of my side windows).

I also lived in an apartment about two doors down from where three yuppies (late 20s) lived together. They invited me to a party once. I honestly don't know what their jobs did, besides manage other people, but they seemed to think they were intellectuals because they went to college. Big on third-wave feminism and retarded grrrl power shit, convinced the patriarchy was out to get them even though they were doing nicely, given their modest talents and grating personalities.

Now I live next to a single woman in her late thirties who owns six cats. She is quiet and nice to me, but is always buying expensive exercise equipment that does not seem to produce results.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726662)

PLEASE tell us moar.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726816)

If you notice, most of these are habitual actions or over-the-top drama. Not hard to notice.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20727194)

There are no longer social norms in favor of reducing shitty behavior. We're a society that lacks shame. Confronting these kinds of people is pointless under those circumstances.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726807)

(mr. faggot)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726810)

"He's, like, one of those guys with Assburgers."

They giggled.

"Assburgers. What a stupid name for a condition. Like, why would they name it that?"

"I heard it was, like, after the doctor who found it."

"Like, wouldn't you just change your name if you were, like, a famous doctor and your name was Assburgers?"

"He must have gotten teased in school."

"I wonder if, like, his wife changed her name."

"Mrs. Assburgers. What a stupid name."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1952397&forum_id=2#20726868)