Well then, your challenge, should you wish to accept, is to *make* the silly bints move. I don't know, stare them down and keep on walking or something. Take the lawnmower for a stroll. I'd normally go for the harmonious, pacifist way of walking around them, but I hate ditsy up-themselves girls.
(When I was at primary school one of my friends was very girly and pretty, and her mum was *always* comparing the two of us in areas where her daughter was *clearly* superior. We fell out of touch when we went to high school, but as our little brothers are both friends we do still have contact with the family, and her mum *still* does it. "Oh, she hasn't been doing any exercise for ages and eats whatever she likes and she's still as thin as a rake, isn't it unfair, Lutin?" Cheers. I think I have a phobia of the "princess" type (she has it
sprawled across the back windscreen of her car) and their mothers. (The fact that I went better academically at school and uni of course means bugger all).
Sorry, I seem to rant a lot...
I swear I'm not as bitter or self-centred as my rants sound.
(No offence to any "princess" types out there, by the way).
Lutin
