The warped primitive is an exceedingly mean person, even to her co-religionists at the DU. She's always throwing a snark-bomb into whatever discussion they're having. Even when they talk about sinful foods they find delicious, she has to bluster her way in and scold them about her only eating vegetables and the occasional fish. In short, a bitch. I imagine she has zero friends in real life. Probably has those two frown lines between the eyebrows that make one look permanently pissed off.
Now, one shuoldn't be too hard on the warped primitive.
Hard, yes, but not too hard.
The warped primitive hasn't had exactly an easy life.
The warped primitive is one of those human tragedies, a woman who looks more like a man than a woman, but with the normal feelings of a woman, including that of wanting to be told she's pretty.
The warped primitive appears rather tall, broad-shouldered, facial characteristics more resembling the male than the female, including some facial hair. Husky voice. The warped primitive would be a good man to have around, if one were in a barroom brawl or if one needed help pushing an automobile buried in snow.
God commands that we not make fun of the ugly, and reserves a special place in Hell for those who make fun of ugly children.
One imagines, quite reasonably, that the warped primitive as an ugly child was much teased by other children; maybe she even had the nickname "Horseface" or something similar. The warped primitive has also given many hints that she never lived up to the expectations of her paternal ancestor, nor of an ex-husband or ex-live-in-boyfriend, and that much of it had to do with the way she looks.
And so the warped primitive is bitter, angry, resentful, Hate-filled.
This is why it is imperative upon the male race to always always always look for something attractive in non-attractive women, and to compliment them on it. It has to be something real, and every woman has something attractive about her.
Every woman wishes to be told that she's pretty (at least in some way), and if no one ever tells her that, she ends up all bent out of shape, bitter and angry.
A few kind words can prevent, or retard, the development of primitivity.
Of course, the warped primitive inconveniently forgot that it matters not what other people think about one; it only matters what God thinks about one.
