one can find bitchiness in alliteration.

photo albums on facebook that are titled things such as "pearls, parties, and pumps!" "martinis, mozzarella, and mondays" are, i think, almost a 100% guarantee for bitchiness. however, where this bitchiness comes from is not necessarily clear. bear with me.
most obviously, said bitches can be found within the facebook album itself, participating in the matchy-matchy mayhem that is most of american suburbia. everything about the entire thing is asking for attention. it appears as though they are hoping to prove that they are better than the rest of us. they are primped. they are pretty. they are party people but they are polite. they are the image of perfection and we commoners will forever be living in their well-toned shadows. but this desperate cry for scrutiny leads me to wonder if these women are actually as content with their lives as they seem in photo. if this cookie-cutter lifestyle was as shiny as their whitened teeth, then why should it need to be broadcasted to the general facebook population? it appears as though these ladies are searching for some kind of validation for their housewife lives. then again, it can go beyond the housewife citizens of facebook. the perps can be found in the form of college or high school girls living the diluted version. with more eyeliner and less baby formula, more natty ice and less chardonnay, more frat boys and less wall street hubbies. nevertheless, coordinating argyle sweaters to complement the vibrant shades of the fruity cocktails delicately placed in their manicured hands, complete with giant rocks on at least one- if not several- fingers, can be a definite stamp of potential bitchdom. that is, if we're judging a book by its cover. which we of course are because that is what facebook is for.
which leads me to the next possible bitch offender: the witness. as the viewer of these albums, harsh judgment is constantly passed, i am victim of it myself, clearly. i mock the drinks and the outfits and the entire lifestyle in general. but who am i to scorn? i am not very different. i'm choosing to look at what has been posted. i'm posting my own photos, stati, and quirky descriptions. i'm just as equally asking for attention as these women are. but because their lifestyle so drastically differs from mine and is published on my homepage, i hate on it.

granted, i am babbling because i am procrastinating. i might be back later to continue with this thought or to hate on men. especially ones who break up with their girlfriends on facebook. but i deleted him anyway.