Princess Entitlement
My Very Worst college Roommate was S, a spoiled brat who had all her bills paid by daddy and tortured us with her sense of entitlement, pathological need for attention, and lack of respect for others. I have not met anyone in the three decades since college who had a more self-absorbed attitude than this miserable little snot.
She was engaged to a guy she let live rent-free with us – without asking us first, of course. Although he was using water and electricity, leaving his razor stubble in our bathroom sink, and invading our privacy, she would come unglued if we did something she didn’t like, such as turn on the heat when it got cold or come in late from bar-hopping.
We had a front-row seat to their baby-talk at all hours, which was gross because even though her boyfriend slightly resembled Tom Selleck, he had a high-pitched voice like Porky Pig. It was not a good combination. He was so whipped, he would get up with her at 6 a.m. on weekends to watch Doris Day/Rock Hudson movies, which were her idea of relationship nirvana.
The worst thing was, she wouldn’t let me lock the bathroom door if I planned to take a shower because her bladder was small and she might have to use the toilet. Once I was taking a bath and the beeyotch came in and took a quick picture of me—mascara streaming down my face, looking like a drowned rat. She showed it off at her next family get-together, although she lied and said she didn’t.
The whole world revolved around her—when her hometown church burned down, she screamed bloody murder because now she couldn’t get married there as planned. After months of her BS, my other roommate moved out in disgust. I suffered on, but was ecstatic when the idiot Princess moved out the next term. She complained to daddy about my “bad attitude,” and he paid for her to live in a co$tly condo.
I hate, hate, hate people like that. I’ve never had to deal directly with a spoiled brat like that, but I seriously would not have taken any of her shit. The sad thing is, she’s probably married to that same poor sap, and he’s whipped, catering to his wife’s every little selfish need.
I had a spoiled princess as a roommate, but she wasn’t quite as high drama, more just lazy, passive aggressive…same things, parents paid her bills.. the whole time I never saw her so much as wash a dish. God I hate spoiled rich kids!!!
Sounds like Daddy ruined her. Yucky situation that didn’t last too terribly long, thank goodness! Here’s some schadenfreude for you, though: unless she got a wake-up call (and I’m not betting on it, with her enabling parents and boyfriend in the mix) she’s probably a very miserable person today for having no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.
If she’s got someone catering to her, I doubt her thoughts pierce deeply enough to understand the notion of accomplishment in life. I’ve found such folks live only from moment to moment, stimulation to stimulation, skimming the surface of each day. Life is about their own personal comfort bubble…anything else just pings off it.
And if by chance some deeper thought does manage to wedge its way into her skull, she most certainly would not know how to handle it and thus blame someone else for her angst.
Never date a girl whose daddy called her “Princess” because chances are, she’ll expect that treatment to continue the rest of her life.
You ever meet a girl who is daddy’s little Princess… RUN!
LOL, if someone is bursting in the bathroom taking a picture of me naked in the tub, the state of my makeup would be the least of my many, many concerns (one of which would be, who the hell arrives at their family get-together and just whips out their cell phone, all “hey look at my naked roommate in the tub?” how does that work exactly? Never mind, I don’t want to know).
I lived with someone recently who was what I’ll call a bathroom baby, if it was time for her to go peepee her strategy was to bang loudly on the bathroom door and loudly announce she had to pee RILLY BAD, and if she wasn’t let in immediately she would screech stuff like “do you WANT me to go in my pants?” Our current roommates just go to the nearby gas station if the situation becomes dire.
haha “do you want me to go in my pants?!” Like I care, they are your pants, hahaha:D
LOL….god help any man who marries her. No one will ever make her as happy as daddy…she’ll be into the vodka bottle at 9 am.
Some girls are actually named Princess by their parents. I assume some of them go by middle or nick names, and are therefore not to be feared. The others should be shot on sight, really.