Post: #1

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/4834574?n...ir=Parents

Someone please quote from above, I'm on my phone but you're going to love the shit she admits.

Post: #2

She admits she's worthless, but at the end there are hints she ("we") is still drawing a paycheck "coordinating" the actually-effective third worlders over there.
Pieces of shit like this, male and female, are everywhere in Indonesia. By everywhere I mean only four and five star hotels.

Post: #3

Quote:Turns out that we, a group of highly educated private boarding school students were so bad at the most basic construction work that each night the men had to take down the structurally unsound bricks we had laid and rebuild the structure so that, when we woke up in the morning, we would be unaware of our failure. It is likely that this was a daily ritual. Us mixing cement and laying bricks for 6+ hours, them undoing our work after the sun set, re-laying the bricks, and then acting as if nothing had happened so that the cycle could continue.

Quote:I am a 5′ 4″ white girl who can carry bags of moderately heavy stuff, horse around with kids, attempt to teach a class, tell the story of how I found myself (with accompanying powerpoint) to a few thousand people and not much else.

Some might say that that's enough. That as long as I go to X country with an open mind and a good heart I'll leave at least one child so uplifted and emboldened by my short stay that they will, for years, think of me every morning.

Post: #4

Did she bring her cards against harassment? I'm sure at some point a black person spoke to her, which is harassment according to the street harassment videos feminists have been posting.

Anyway, this is a backhanded way to show that she 'cares'. It's similar to any BS 'cause' these SJWs promote. They don't really effect change, it is to try to promote the notion that they are good people who care, when really it's about self-satisfaction and resume building. And that basic trait that feeds the feminist ego, attention.

Post: #5

(08-01-2014 09:55 PM)Fisto Wrote:  http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/4834574?n...ir=Parents

Someone please quote from above, I'm on my phone but you're going to love the shit she admits.

Quote:White people aren't told that the color of their skin is a problem very often. We sail through police check points, don't garner sideways glances in affluent neighborhoods, and are generally understood to be predispositioned for success based on a physical characteristic (the color of our skin) we have little control over beyond sunscreen and tanning oil.

After six years of working in and traveling through a number of different countries where white people are in the numerical minority, I've come to realize that there is one place being white is not only a hindrance, but negative -- most of the developing world.

In high school, I travelled to Tanzania as part of a school trip. There were 14 white girls, 1 black girl who, to her frustration, was called white by almost everyone we met in Tanzania, and a few teachers/chaperones. $3000 bought us a week at an orphanage, a half built library, and a few pickup soccer games, followed by a week long safari.

Our mission while at the orphanage was to build a library. Turns out that we, a group of highly educated private boarding school students were so bad at the most basic construction work that each night the men had to take down the structurally unsound bricks we had laid and rebuild the structure so that, when we woke up in the morning, we would be unaware of our failure. It is likely that this was a daily ritual. Us mixing cement and laying bricks for 6+ hours, them undoing our work after the sun set, re-laying the bricks, and then acting as if nothing had happened so that the cycle could continue.

Basically, we failed at the sole purpose of our being there. It would have been more cost effective, stimulative of the local economy, and efficient for the orphanage to take our money and hire locals to do the work, but there we were trying to build straight walls without a level.

Tying friendship bracelets during my first trip to the Dominican Republic in 2009.

That same summer, I started working in the Dominican Republic at a summer camp I helped organize for HIV+ children. Within days, it was obvious that my rudimentary Spanish set me so far apart from the local Dominican staff that I might as well have been an alien. Try caring for children who have a serious medical condition, and are not inclined to listen, in a language that you barely speak. It isn't easy. Now, 6 years later, I am much better at spanish and am still highly involved with the camp programing, fundraising, and leadership. However, I have stopped attending having finally accepting that my presence is not the godsend I was coached by non-profits, documentaries, and service programs to believe it would be.

You see, the work we were doing in both the DR and Tanzania was good. The orphanage needed a library so that they could be accredited to a higher level as a school, and the camp in the DR needed funding and supplies so that it could provide HIV+ children with programs integral to their mental and physical health. It wasn't the work that was bad. It was me being there.

It turns out that I, a little white girl, am good at a lot of things. I am good at raising money, training volunteers, collecting items, coordinating programs, and telling stories. I am flexible, creative, and able to think on my feet. On paper I am, by most people's standards, highly qualified to do international aid. But I shouldn't be.

I am not a teacher, a doctor, a carpenter, a scientist, an engineer, or any other professional that could provide concrete support and long-term solutions to communities in developing countries. I am a 5′ 4″ white girl who can carry bags of moderately heavy stuff, horse around with kids, attempt to teach a class, tell the story of how I found myself (with accompanying powerpoint) to a few thousand people and not much else.

Some might say that that's enough. That as long as I go to X country with an open mind and a good heart I'll leave at least one child so uplifted and emboldened by my short stay that they will, for years, think of me every morning.

I don't want a little girl in Ghana, or Sri Lanka, or Indonesia to think of me when she wakes up each morning. (!!!!!!!!!!!!! ) I don't want her to thank me for her education or medical care or new clothes. Even if I am providing the funds to get the ball rolling, I want her to think about her teacher, community leader, or mother. I want her to have a hero who she can relate to - who looks like her, is part of her culture, speaks her language, and who she might bump into on the way to school one morning.

After my first trip to the Dominican Republic, I pledged to myself that we would, one day, have a camp run and executed by Dominicans. Now, about seven years later, the camp director, program leaders and all but a handful of counselors are Dominican. Each year we bring in a few Peace Corps Volunteers and highly-skilled volunteers from the USA who add value to our program, but they are not the ones in charge. I think we're finally doing aid right, and I'm not there.

Before you sign up for a volunteer trip anywhere in the world this summer, consider whether you possess the skill set necessary for that trip to be successful. If yes, awesome. If not, it might be a good idea to reconsider your trip. Sadly, taking part in international aid where you aren't particularly helpful is not benign. It's detrimental. It slows down positive growth and perpetuates the "white savior" complex that, for hundreds of years, has haunted both the countries we are trying to 'save' and our (more recently) own psyches. Be smart about traveling and strive to be informed and culturally aware. It's only through an understanding of the problems communities are facing, and the continued development of skills within that community, that long-term solutions will be created.

Goddammit - the hamster is strong in this one:

My White privilege barely made me able to read through it.

- rich boarding school girl who has an ingrained white-superiority complex (never bothers to think that 90% of whites are not wealthy)
- even one rich black girl is frustrated that the people there call her white
- workers had to labor 6 hours each night to destroy the work of those mindless 14 year olds and rebuild the walls in order for the rich useless kids to feel good
- tries to speak with sick children without sufficient Spanish skills
- still thinks that one bloody meeting with a child will inspire the kid to change its' thinking and be empowered for life!
- even for the price of her ticket there the mission could have hired local workers, engineers, architects, plumbers etc. to do the real work that she is in no way qualified to do (again - even if she were it would be better to do supervision and hire people in order to give back to the people)

Basically the whole scheme is a program that lets the kids of some of the wealthy people who live off plunder and mayhem in most of the world give back 0,001 cent on the dollar via some goodie-two-shoes-work that a stupendously deluded mostly useless girl does.

She would leave by far more the impression if she had given some of the guys there blowjobs and just concentrated on asking their rich friends for some money so that they feel better about themselves.

DELUSIONS, DELUSIONS - DELUSIONS FOR EVERYONE.


The owner of the gigantic inner hamster:

   

The expression on the little guy's face tells it all. I hear you buddy.

Post: #6

Also, they get to write about it for their college application for admission essay...

Post: #7

I did a charity trip like this.

Local guys who knew what they were doing re: wildlife protection took their time to train us to do a shitty job at what they could do easily. We were there for a couple weeks, kinda got a hang of it a little, then left, so they could do the same thing over with another group of paid volunteers.

I guess maybe that's just the cost of business to keep the money coming in? They have to consistently waste their time showing us how to feel useful in order to get those donations. God knows I wouldn't have "donated" a couple thousand dollars just out of the goodness of my heart.

Post: #8

Young, privileged white liberals are the most obnoxious and insufferable people in the world. They are obsessed with this type of do-gooding and social justice in general, yet their motivations are not actually to help others, but to elevate themselves as moral paragons and thereby gain social cache among their liberal peer group. The goal is not to help children in Africa, it's to let as many people as possible know that you helped children in Africa. Even in her utter failure and subsequent semi-realization of what a waste her work is, she still can't resist the urge to let everyone know HEY I WENT TO AFRICA AND THE D.R. TO HELP BLACK CHILDREN, HEY LOOK AT ME, LOOK I AM A GOOD WHITE PERSON NO RACISM HERE I FUCKING LOVE POOR BLACK PEOPLE. She even has the nerve to present a Powerpoint presentation about "how she found herself" to a bunch of semi-literate children living in abject poverty. Is it possible to be at once more narcissistic, condescending and completely out of touch with one's surroundings? That would be like if some billionaire came and gave a presentation to us about "overcoming life's challenges" and talked about how difficult it is for him to keep track of his 400 pairs of shoes in his 20' x 20' closet. And of course, she is utterly oblivious to all of this.

Post: #9

Her website is a goldmine of hamsterisms

http://pippabiddle.com/

With titles like:

HE READ GRAFFITI TO ME LIKE POETRY, BUT I WASN’T LISTENING

CHILDLESS, WHETHER IT BE BY CHOICE OR CIRCUMSTANCE

WHEN WRITING HURTS

I’M YOUR DREAM GIRL

LET’S TALK ABOUT GUNS FOR A MOMENT

YOU CAN TRY TO PICK THE PERSON YOU LOVE. YOU CAN’T PICK IF THEY LOVE YOU BACK.

ON UNWANTED ATTENTION AND CARRYING MY KEYS LIKE DAGGERS



She is THE average western woman, it's amazing

Would Bang doe



Actually with that manjaw, WP&D (Would pump N dump)

Post: #10

(08-01-2014 11:11 PM)Emancipator Wrote:  Would Bang doe



Actually with that manjaw, WP&D (Would pump N dump)

Posed photo. No way she scarfed 6 donuts.

(No joke - girls will pose with food they don't eat to make their lives look more exciting on instagram. I had a thread on it a while back. There is also a "humanitarians of tinder" which is just tinder profiles with obvious African aids work kids.)

Post: #11

Scorpian told it like it fucking is. I saw this same kind of shit in Vietnam with kids at an orphanage. Privileged western kids go volunteer at an orphanage, pick up the first malnourished kid they see, take a selfie with the kid and upload it to facebook, then wait for the likes and comments to come praise them. Worst part is, I kind of felt like one of them while I was there. I'm sure I'll be drowning in this shit when I go to Cambodia next month, fortunately I'll be in a more "professional" position, while in the mean time trying to slay ass.

This basically sums it up. Thanks to whichever forum member originally shared this, I can't remember who:

http://humanitariansoftinder.com/

edit: haha didn't notice runsonmagic beat me to it

Post: #12

"Look at me, I care too! I'm helping the poor, impoverished black children! Now it's time for me to go back home and enjoy my cell phone, indoor plumbing, Facebook, Twitter, etc."

These people couldn't give less of a fuck about Africa if they tried. This isn't about actually helping and changing things, it's about brownie points and "feeling like a good person."

Post: #13

A long, long time ago I took a do-gooding trip to India with a group of "idealistic" folks.

A haunting memory is of the group's queen bee (a hot blonde) picking up a random, malnourished toddler on the street and swinging him around in circles, like the game you play to make kids dizzy. Except this kid was really malnourished, dead-eyed, stunted and possibly near to an early death. The kid couldn't physically handle the horseplay and didn't respond in any way. But she was oblivious.

Post: #14

The narcissism just radiates of this girl

Post: #15

(08-01-2014 11:42 PM)Laurifer Wrote:  Scorpian told it like it fucking is. I saw this same kind of shit in Vietnam with kids at an orphanage. Privileged western kids go volunteer at an orphanage, pick up the first malnourished kid they see, take a selfie with the kid and upload it to facebook, then wait for the likes and comments to come praise them. Worst part is, I kind of felt like one of them while I was there. I'm sure I'll be drowning in this shit when I go to Cambodia next month, fortunately I'll be in a more "professional" position, while in the mean time trying to slay ass.

This basically sums it up. Thanks to whichever forum member originally shared this, I can't remember who:

http://humanitariansoftinder.com/

edit: haha didn't notice runsonmagic beat me to it

I had a chick that was working in Vietnam doing the same thing flirting with me. Halfway through her verbal diarrhea about her "work" there, which was very condescending towards the locals, I had to force myself not to show a disgusted facial reaction. It felt like a new kind of White Man's Burden minus the soap. Like a White Woman's Burden with a Starbucks coffee instead of the soap. Disgusting.

Post: #16

Some choice quotes from her other articles

YOU CAN TRY TO PICK THE PERSON YOU LOVE. YOU CAN’T PICK IF THEY LOVE YOU BACK.

Quote: I like plans and schedules. I used to send an ex-boyfriend agendas before we went to events together with his tux rental info, time to leave to pick me up, time to get to the event with 15 minutes built in for buffer because I assumed he’d be late, and a list of reminders that he probably didn’t need but made me feel better. I even used to go to class 20 minutes early just in case it somehow changed in time overnight with no warning. I’d love to be able to pick the time to love somebody; it’d play into my sick obsession with timeliness.

Quote: I’m smart, successful, have a sense of humor, and clean up well. Who wouldn’t want to be with me?

I’M YOUR DREAM GIRL

Quote:Who am I? I wear sports bras as often, if not more often, than the cute lacey things I bought to try and make myself feel like an adult. I watch way too much crappy television and when I say “When I was little I ate ice cream for breakfast” I mean that that’s what I had this morning. Sometimes I pretend to be a dinosaur in public and when my mom annoys me I walk really close to her and bark like a dog so she’s both embarrassed and can’t pretend that I’m not her daughter.

I compulsively bite people on the shoulder and call them love nips.

I eat half of a cake, throw the rest out, and then take it out of the trash and continue to eat it like nothing happened.

So, I’m not your dream girl, but I’m ok with that. I think that I’m pretty awesome.

I LIKE YOU. I WON’T DATE YOU. BUT LET’S WORK TOGETHER.

Quote:All of this has led to a few too many bags of candy and greasy slices of pizza, some sad calls to friends, and a general disillusionment towards my formerly favorite subject – dating. They (magazines, movies, friends, etc.) say that if you put yourself out there, it’ll work out. Well, I put myself out there and it’s not working out too dandy.

In fact, I am a hairs breadth away from creating a Dating Pippa Exit Survey. It’ll include 3-4 multiple choice questions and a comments section. Collecting data points on my dating life might be crazy but when every guy you like shuts you down, you can’t help but want to ask why.

I can see it now, a spreadsheet filled with reasons that I am not datable. A crowdsourced data set equally as depressing as it would be insightful. But I’m not a product to be critiqued and improved upon. I’m a woman. I am far from perfect, but I know that I have a lot to offer.

ON UNWANTED ATTENTION AND CARRYING MY KEYS LIKE DAGGERS

Quote: I got hopelessly lost in Tribeca in the pouring rain as I tried to evade a hooded man who followed me in circles for 10 blocks, stopping and waiting whenever I tried to hail a cab. As I attempted to blend in with other people on the street, their eyes glued to the sidewalk or their cell phones, hands clutching umbrellas, I realized no one was noticing my clear panic.

This isn’t ok. I shouldn’t have to call friends late at night so I feel safe on my walk home or carry my keys like brass knuckles, the blades sticking out between my fingers. The most annoying thing on my commute home should be train delays and someone playing their music too loud, not drunken men asking me if I’m single and trying to touch my hair. You might say that this is unavoidable. That boys will be boys, especially when they drink too much, or that I shouldn’t be out late alone, or that I should learn how to shrug it off better. I think that this is ridiculous.

Post: #17

(08-01-2014 11:42 PM)Laurifer Wrote:  http://humanitariansoftinder.com/

edit: haha didn't notice runsonmagic beat me to it

That site is gold:

   

   


At least this little dude is having the same thoughts:

   

Post: #18

Post: #19

You go to the beach to eat donuts?

GTFO, I want coconut water.

Post: #20

(08-02-2014 12:08 AM)bacon Wrote:  Some choice quotes from her other articles

But sometimes she really helps out a fellow from the projects - in the LOVE section of her blog:

Quote:He reads me too. He adjusts his hat, crosses his ankle over his knee and asks me why I’m afraid. Afraid to open up, be me, let down this charade of confidence that hides my socially awkward and confused interior. Afraid to admit that the things people most admire about me, openness, transparency, boldness, are just by-products of having no idea how to deal with social situations.

I feel uncomfortable at first, naked on the Q train, but for some reason when he calls me out it makes me like him even more.

Game recognized - heh.

Quote:For me Tupac was a phase, for him it was life.

It didn’t work, and it would be unfair to say that I even really tried. He was willing to fight for it, and me? I just kept on walking along the boardwalk, tripping on a broken nail every few feet.

But in the end she dumps him. The reality of hypergamy cannot be changed. At least that kind of social work I highly condone.

_____________


She is doing exactly the things that her deluded fem-centric mindset is demanding of her:

Dating and fucking the highest calibre of men she can find with predictable results:

Quote:I received an email the other day from a man I’d gone on a few dates with. I was really excited about him. Excited for the first time in a while. Excited enough that I told my mom I’d gone on a date.

He emailed me over the weekend to let me know that he’d started dating someone else, but that he still wants to be friends and would love to support me in my work. I thanked him for letting me know.

Quote:This is the third time this year that this had happened. The first time, I was told over the phone (directness appreciated), second over text, and now email.

______________

And what does she think of Nice Guys for whom she is their "dream girl"?

Quote:The next day you friend me on Facebook and message me that you really enjoyed our conversation. You start liking my photos and text me a few times a week. You tell me that I’m “unreal,” “perfect,” your “dream girl.”

Quote:After a while I’ll stop answering your texts right away, a few weeks after that I’ll stop answering altogether. When you ask for an explanation I’ll say that I’m busy. I’m not. I’m sitting on my couch with my dog eating chips and salsa. While you send me ‘sexy’ photos of your abs, I’m trying to get a date for Friday night with a real human man who actually lives in the same city as me.

It would be tragic if it were not so sad.

The girl is not all that bad, since she realizes some of the crap she is doing. But still - feminism and the current all around propaganda fucks her up so much, that she will either settle for a previously scorned Beta, "discover" the joys of being a single mother or find herself in spinster town after the wall. There she can eat donuts as as much as she wants. Just 3-4 decades ago that very same girl might have been a sane, sexy and quite feminine creature that most guys here would like to be in a LTR with.

Post: #21

(08-02-2014 12:08 AM)bacon Wrote:  Some choice quotes from her other articles

YOU CAN TRY TO PICK THE PERSON YOU LOVE. YOU CAN’T PICK IF THEY LOVE YOU BACK.

Quote: I like plans and schedules. I used to send an ex-boyfriend agendas before we went to events together with his tux rental info, time to leave to pick me up, time to get to the event with 15 minutes built in for buffer because I assumed he’d be late, and a list of reminders that he probably didn’t need but made me feel better. I even used to go to class 20 minutes early just in case it somehow changed in time overnight with no warning. I’d love to be able to pick the time to love somebody; it’d play into my sick obsession with timeliness.

Quote: I’m smart, successful, have a sense of humor, and clean up well. Who wouldn’t want to be with me?

I’M YOUR DREAM GIRL

Quote:Who am I? I wear sports bras as often, if not more often, than the cute lacey things I bought to try and make myself feel like an adult. I watch way too much crappy television and when I say “When I was little I ate ice cream for breakfast” I mean that that’s what I had this morning. Sometimes I pretend to be a dinosaur in public and when my mom annoys me I walk really close to her and bark like a dog so she’s both embarrassed and can’t pretend that I’m not her daughter.

I compulsively bite people on the shoulder and call them love nips.

I eat half of a cake, throw the rest out, and then take it out of the trash and continue to eat it like nothing happened.

So, I’m not your dream girl, but I’m ok with that. I think that I’m pretty awesome.

I LIKE YOU. I WON’T DATE YOU. BUT LET’S WORK TOGETHER.

Quote:All of this has led to a few too many bags of candy and greasy slices of pizza, some sad calls to friends, and a general disillusionment towards my formerly favorite subject – dating. They (magazines, movies, friends, etc.) say that if you put yourself out there, it’ll work out. Well, I put myself out there and it’s not working out too dandy.

In fact, I am a hairs breadth away from creating a Dating Pippa Exit Survey. It’ll include 3-4 multiple choice questions and a comments section. Collecting data points on my dating life might be crazy but when every guy you like shuts you down, you can’t help but want to ask why.

I can see it now, a spreadsheet filled with reasons that I am not datable. A crowdsourced data set equally as depressing as it would be insightful. But I’m not a product to be critiqued and improved upon. I’m a woman. I am far from perfect, but I know that I have a lot to offer.

ON UNWANTED ATTENTION AND CARRYING MY KEYS LIKE DAGGERS

Quote: I got hopelessly lost in Tribeca in the pouring rain as I tried to evade a hooded man who followed me in circles for 10 blocks, stopping and waiting whenever I tried to hail a cab. As I attempted to blend in with other people on the street, their eyes glued to the sidewalk or their cell phones, hands clutching umbrellas, I realized no one was noticing my clear panic.

This isn’t ok. I shouldn’t have to call friends late at night so I feel safe on my walk home or carry my keys like brass knuckles, the blades sticking out between my fingers. The most annoying thing on my commute home should be train delays and someone playing their music too loud, not drunken men asking me if I’m single and trying to touch my hair. You might say that this is unavoidable. That boys will be boys, especially when they drink too much, or that I shouldn’t be out late alone, or that I should learn how to shrug it off better. I think that this is ridiculous.

Post: #22

You guys are hilarious. I sometimes wish scorpion didn't post because in 1 paragraph he sums it all up.

The funniest thing about has to be that the chick that posted it says she thought it was a "great" article and another one said she "enjoyed" it.

I'm temped to ask what they liked but I'm hesitant to do it.

I've been on a "let me show you how stupid you are" trip lately.

These blog excerpt are awesome. Shes always talking about the junkfood she eats like its got something to do with anything.

Or maybe it does. Girl seems like a pig.

Post: #23

I'm loving it cause she realizes how naive she was.

I'm not sure what you guys read though, cause you seem to be mollywhopping the broad for agreeing with you.

She realized she wasn't making a difference, she was making it worse.
Most volunteers don't realize that at all.

The comments are full of gold though. Lot of Holier than Thou white folks saying that they're truly different....and their contributions weren't hindrances...

WIA

Post: #24

This is her 4 years ago.

It's really great on mute.

WIA

Post: #25

(08-01-2014 11:42 PM)Laurifer Wrote:  Scorpian told it like it fucking is. I saw this same kind of shit in Vietnam with kids at an orphanage. Privileged western kids go volunteer at an orphanage, pick up the first malnourished kid they see, take a selfie with the kid and upload it to facebook, then wait for the likes and comments to come praise them. Worst part is, I kind of felt like one of them while I was there. I'm sure I'll be drowning in this shit when I go to Cambodia next month, fortunately I'll be in a more "professional" position, while in the mean time trying to slay ass.

This basically sums it up. Thanks to whichever forum member originally shared this, I can't remember who:

http://humanitariansoftinder.com/

edit: haha didn't notice runsonmagic beat me to it

Best ending to a paragraph ever.

From the hamster:

Quote:I got hopelessly lost in Tribeca in the pouring rain as I tried to evade a hooded man who followed me in circles for 10 blocks, stopping and waiting whenever I tried to hail a cab. As I attempted to blend in with other people on the street, their eyes glued to the sidewalk or their cell phones, hands clutching umbrellas, I realized no one was noticing my clear panic.

This isn’t ok. I shouldn’t have to call friends late at night so I feel safe on my walk home or carry my keys like brass knuckles, the blades sticking out between my fingers. The most annoying thing on my commute home should be train delays and someone playing their music too loud, not drunken men asking me if I’m single and trying to touch my hair. You might say that this is unavoidable. That boys will be boys, especially when they drink too much, or that I shouldn’t be out late alone, or that I should learn how to shrug it off better. I think that this is ridiculous.

See, I knew she should've brought her cards against harassment? And why the fuck did she walk in circles for 10 blocks? Is it perhaps because she is completely full of shit?

I'm going to go with privileged white girl didn't like it when poor minority made benign comment to her. That seems to be going around these days.