Détritus du coup d'État

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Written by Priscilla Wong

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Let me let you in on a little secret.

 

You wouldn’t believe what a sweetheart Bloody Mary turned out to be.

 

A friend of mine attempted to destroy me. He wasn’t really a friend, but an enemy. He was a dandy who felt sincerely that he was a movie star, but Bloody Mary disagreed. "Delusional," she declared. "Just look at the awful state of his selfies! Impossible." She seethed at the double standards that women still need to endure. "Women have been the victims of men since the dawn of time," she insisted.

 

Well as it turns out, I never would have met kindly Mrs. Mary, had it not been for this ruffian, who posed as my friend. Bloody Mary came to me in the dead of night, to lend a helping hand. She was even more radiant than the Blue Fairy herself.

 

She said, "I have got you, friend."

 

Let me tell you, she commiserated me to death.

 

Here I was feeling so betrayed, I mean just shockingly sabotaged by men who simply wish to push women out of the playing field. I mean they play nasty. Referee turned a blind eye to every single male foul. They smell like mildew and look utterly disgusting, pulling undocumented overtime like illegal immigrants, just to look like rockstars come showtime! "Why, that's cheating," I said. Substandard.

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"You and your thuggity thug friends will drive this industry into the ground," I said. "Meanwhile, these men have the nerve to compare women to pornstars, social media girls who strip on the internet all day and all night for free. Well if these women strip for free, then who's going to pay me when I do it? Somebody tell me, how is a woman supposed to be a pornstar stripper, an excellent professional on the field, a wife and mother all at once? They said now work, cook, eat, strip, sleep, and wake up the next day, just to do it all over again. And without healthcare?" I said, "You have got to be kidding me!" I mean the double standard. The nerve of these sexist buffoons. 

 

Oh! Let me tell you, she helped me soften my hair. We did our nails together. She let me in on her special Afterlife Derma Roller. She showed me how to apply, the coveted Essence of the Undying. "Girl," she said, "Ditch the make up and use the cream. Let boys be boys," she said. They will not age well. She has haunted too many mirrors to know truthfully, that some living men look worse than she does and she’s dead. 

 

I cried so hard that I filled a bathtub full of blood.

 

We had a special night together, Mary and I. She was really something, once you get to know her. I think we humans have her pegged all wrong. "Be beautiful, live long, live strong." she banshee screamed.

 

If there were a ghostometer, I would give her 5 stars!