“i’m a montenegrin guy, why do i have to make my own food?”

men in montenegro can be so incompetent!

ok, so, i understand incompetent people (men and women) exist in other places, as well as montenegro and i understand there are some pretty competent human males in montenegro, but, oh my god, sometimes it’s just hard to find them.

from my own experience, and i am not calling any names, i have found that some guys here think they are entitled to everything. take simple things: food always has to be cooked and served, clothes always has to be clean and ironed (i don’t know if he knows where the washing machine is and he probably thinks he’d die if he touched an iron) to my favorite one: “hey mom, bring me my socks so i can get dressed and go on a date with a real girl”. (this girl should run)

honestly, it makes me a little mad, but apparently there is nothing i can do.

i can talk about this topic with mothers and sisters who are “victims” of the entitled behavior of our montenegrin eagles, and believe me – there is nothing they would rather do than obediently serve the male gods of their lives.

why is this so? well, i am wondering that same question as well, being it’s the 21st century and all, but that apparently has nothing to do with it. see,  our dear mothers, sisters, brothers and fathers have learned their whole life that… how do i put this… well, that guys are better than girls, that housework is humiliating to guys and that they should be served, “*grunt grunt grunt* we are men, you know”.

and so, my dear readers, us girls never stood a chance here. for it was us who have also been thought this. i know i know, even many of you girls out there disagree. well, i had a high school friend who thought girls belong in a kitchen, and home with the kids.

one thing always puzzled me, if guys are the ones competent enough to go out and work and provide for the family, how come they could never ever make their own sandwich?

what do you think when you see a talking doll on tv…

…telling you how 5000 people died in some distant country while at the same time trying to smile and look pretty for the camera?

i am a cub reporter. i don’t know if you knew, but apparently, that is how they call us, beginners in this business. and, no, i am not 180 centimeters tall and work as a talking doll on one of the local private tv station. i actually write.

hey, i started this blog to practice my writing skills. and to make people laugh. you know, those people with a sense of humor, that do not offend easily. i will talk about that later, i am getting off the subject.

so, there are these tv stations in montenegro whose program is less informative and educative than teletubbies (but just as colorful). when you have a tv show whose program looks like it has been thought up by a bored sociopath who just wanted to hurt people by making them more… well, stupid, then you can actually say you have failed as a tv station. or in some of their cases, succeeded. maybe they want us to be the nation of idiots, doesn’t that make it easier for them to sell us stuff?

“journalism school?! what the hell do you need that for…?” one of my colleagues in college quoted a doll today in class. do you mind if i call them dolls? thanks.

well, it’s really what they think today… journalism school is unnecessary. what you NEED to have is no brain, so it is easier for the whole crew. “here, this is the text some journalist wrote in some agency. read it, who cares if we stole it or not.” she does not care, she gets to be on tv. oh, how fun! her dream came true. she can now read someone else’s hard work and not care that much about that. what she does care about is, do these jeans match that shirt, and maybe this skirt should be shorter.

it’s not every day you get to be on tv in a 600 000 people country. ha! i think everyone in montenegro has been on tv at least once.

but they are different! they are special.

there are journalists in montenegro today. real ones. really, there are. even on tv stations. they are people who work hard, create their own tv show, write, edit, do it all. “clap clap clap” to that.

aaah, editors. don’t like those. i don’t think any journalist likes that editor whose sole purpose in life is to butcher their piece. don’t get me started on that.

i’ll leave it at that for now.

all the love,

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