I hate bimbos

Perpetually cheerful people do get on my nerves a bit. But perpetually gloomy people get on my nerves a bit, too. And not sure what either one has to do with being a bimbo.

That's exactly my point, so I'm glad it came through. Personally I find response 2 to be a balanced response. It's positive, supportive, and it acknowledges that the person is going through something really hard.

Response 3 is really out there. I've known people like that about everything, and there was just something really off about it. It was like they were unable/unwilling to acknowledge bad stuff even exists, so they alienated a lot of people in the process of ignoring its existence. That's the type of happy happy happy I can see really irritating people and making them think that person is dumb, because well, it is irritating. And people denying large parts of reality doesn't make them seem very perceptive. I have no idea what was going on with those individual people and why they were like that. Just that I can easily see how people would feel that way about them.

I don't think Response 3 counts as "happy." I think it counts as "insensitive."

Perhaps this is what the OP was getting at as well.

It sucks when you're going through a hard time and someone you share your feelings with won't even acknowledge it, because they're too busy trying to look on the bright side. Sometimes people do need some sympathy and understanding, and a response like that last one is just rude and insensitive. Not happy.

A normal happy person would not ignore a friend's pain.

This. Empathy.

I really didn't read Stephy's OP as "all happy people," but rather a very limited scope, the few who, like Romy describes, have a complete disconnect with reality, the "everything is bubblegum and pink cotton candy Pegasus poop clouds." Also the assumption that she's probably speaking of someone she interacts with enough to be given some indication of what does -- or doesn't go on in their head.


I'm going to use Fran (the fainting goat Fran ) as an example -- of a wonderful "happy" person who has great empathy and a firm grasp that yes, crap happens and sometimes it rains down all over you and it's okay to react with some anger, frustration, sadness, etc., even a little wallowing for a bit, then acknowledges it, FACES it and then finds a way to work through it or even simply casts it aside. I wouldn't describe Fran as a happy person; I'd describe her as joyous, because hers comes from deep within, and is centered in her own being, not dependent on what happens TO her or around her.

Sparks is another. So is Hannah.

They are both joys to be around, and, along with their innate joy, they both have great empathy.

I agree, number three is just insensitive. But I still would not classify that person as a bimbo incapable of feelings or anything like that...I would assume they were a **** starter if anything.

For me, its the language used in the OP that is well, disturbing.

I remember one day when I was little going to school, we were all standing outside waiting to be let in and the kid behind me turned around and said "Why are you always smiling? We're going to school and everyday you come here happy."

I didn't have an answer for him but I still remember that to this day. I enjoy being happy, I much prefer the feeling of making the best out of situations, looking for the silver lining, glass half full (can I think of anymore cliches?) than being someone who finds the negative or even those that go through life with a "meh" attitude about it.

I have my bad days, my sad days, my angry days but I try very hard to keep upbeat.

I work at a pharmacy, everyday we have people come in that have been through hell and back and manage to keep the most amazing attitudes. If they can go through all of that and come out seeing the good then I can go through my very good life being happy.

How about "self-centered s*#!pickle?"

One of my co-workers had triplets who were all born with varying degrees of MS. His son spent his entire life in a wheelchair and in more pain than most of us will ever know. He endured seizures, surgery after surgery, lots of treatments and drugs and stuff that would make people ill to read about let alone experience. People would stare at him when he was out and about (because people stare at what they don't understand) and instead of EVER being offended about it, he would meet their eyes, smile, and say "hello!" Every person was a potential new best friend. Nobody was a stranger. I still remember when he would come in here, being wheeled in. How happy he always greeted me.

I say my co-worker "had" triplets because he died earlier this year. Recalling the sound of his hello and knowing I won't ever hear it again here on this earth makes my heart ache and has my eyes full of tears... and yet it also makes me SMILE. This boy was one of the nicest, happiest, most positive people in the entire world. And yet he had SO MANY reasons to be upset, miserable, complain, give up, be angry, hate the world. And he didn't. I mean of ALL PEOPLE who had a RIGHT to complain, boy, this kid sure had the right to complain.
But that's not how he lived his life. He didn't let his disability, which was painful and difficult and ultimately cut his life short, define him or his attitude about life. He complained at times, sure. He was angry at times, sure. But overwhelmingly, if you asked somebody to remember Tucker - they would come up with a positive, happy, and most likely hilarious memory.

I suppose to some the fact that he didn't live out his short life bitter at all he was given would mean he was naive, unintelligent, or disconnected somehow.
I think that kind of assessment would make you the naive one.

I can only hope that I might be remembered with even half the positivity we all remember when thinking of Tucker.

I suffer from depression but I don't let it bring me down! I'm generally pretty happy, hell I had a tooth pulled today and I am still pretty darn happy! I have a lot to be grateful for. Awesome family, good friends, my animals, and my zumba friends.

I choose happiness rather than wallowing in self pity. I know a lot of people go through some tough things and are still happy. I'd rather be around totally happy people than down people. Not everyone can be happy all the time, but those who seem happiest also have went through some pretty bad things in their lives but still manage to keep their chin up!

Fantastic post beanie, truly. Some may be "overly sensitive" here but I for one am offended and heart sore from those who demean people for the simple act of seeing the good in life.

Beanie, those are the kind of people that are my heros. Those are the people that effect the way I look at life and my life in particular.

I still remember the day a man I had only heard about through his wife, kids and coworkers came in. This man had gone through so much, sickness, family issues, more sickness, lasting effects and who they were certain multiple times would die. He came in and was the most outgoing, sunny personality, amazing outlook on life I had ever seen. He is disfigured, still going through treatments and manages to brighten my day everytime he comes in.

There's a difference between being happy and being "HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY". I don't think Stephy meant just your average optimistic or happy person. I had a person in my life that fit Stephy's definition of "bimbo" and I just couldn't take it. It was like being hit over the head with rainbows. When I had an issue, she wouldn't sympathize with me, she would just say something of "turn that frown upside down" all with this obnoxious smile on her face. I didn't HATE her, per say, but I definitely didn't go to her for realistic advice.

I think the confusion here is most of you think Stephy meant just your average happy person, and that bimbo means a *****. Maybe she has a different definition for the word than the average one?

Well in that case, I have a different definition for the word "apple". and "the". and "orange". Therefore, those words should just magically mean MY definition from here on out, yes?

There is no "confusion". The issue most people have expressed is that there is an assumption of knowing somebody and calling them a derogatory name because of what you see.

I get the feeling that "bimbo" was a "lost in translation" word. In her own words, Steph often speaks "Chinglish" and lots of slang from varying languages creeps in. I highly doubt she meant "bimbo" as in "dumb and slutty" or whatever we take the traditional meaning to be.

Same here... I think of him a lot. Usually when I'm feeling sorry for myself, LOL. Not to minimize what I deal with, because sure, my life does suck sometimes. But to remind myself that just because life sucks sometimes doesn't mean it's appropriate to run around being a Negative Nancy. We are ALL allowed to feel sad and depressed, we are all allowed to feel sorry for ourselves. But I kind of prefer to allow myself to feel that emotion, cry if I have to, then let it go and move on.
I don't know how he did it. How he woke up every day and smiled like that. But for me, I don't think it's a negative that he did so. I think he was infinitely stronger than I can ever imagine. I also know if he did it, I can still muster up a smile even when I'm having MY worst day ever. And if I'm not feeling strong enough, well, then I'll say a quick prayer and ask to borrow some of his strength. And because of who he was I know he would lend me the necessary strength with a smile on his face.

He died a few weeks before my half-marathon. I thought of him often during my runs (I do a lot of thinking while running) especially when I was struggling. And as though to seal the deal, when I was at mile... oh, I think it was mile 12 or so - only 1.1 miles left!! - I was struggling and thinking I wanted to give up and just walk the rest of the way. And all of a sudden here comes a woman running past me, and I look down, and SHE ONLY HAS ONE LEG. Her other leg was one of those hook-spring things.
Oh for ($*@#&%. OKAY I'LL KEEP RUNNING. THANKS FOR DRIVING THAT POINT HOME.



Reading back over this post I bet it reads as so positive it will make some people's eyes start twitching. Sorry. D=

This.

I grew up on the west coast -- "bimbo" pretty much always meant airhead; the human lemming. It didn't carry any sexual connotations unless combined with "slut" or something comparable.

Regardless of the meaning of bimbo, the other descriptors were pretty judgy and harsh as well....I do think thats what people are responding to.

maybe not slutty but she did mean dumb. I think she even used the word dumb in the original post along with Bimbo, air head, no measurable intellect, stupid and capped off with a lovely "Bitch" lol I don't think there is any denying how she translates the word bimbo. Left out the slutty part but definitely she meant dumb/stupid

I must say though... the first time I saw the bread brand BIMBO I almost peed myself lol