Diva-ish

As much as I like queens and divas (the male kind of), I hate other queens and divas (the self proclaimed female type). I cannot stand anymore Diva-ish behaviour from people who weren't born a Diva, didn't become a Diva and will never be a Diva. That title is hard to get, I have one of course. Bring royal is very akin to being Diva. But Diva does not mean having your boobs falling out. Neither does it mean having a very purposely VPL (visible pantie line), nor sitting in the most provocative of manners making sure to show off your new underwear. That's no Diva, that's common trash. I understand that the female figure looks very very hot to some, perhaps even to me, but I choose classy over trashy. And while being a bimbo absolves you of your not having brains, being a Diva is different. Divas have brains you see. And I do admire the lengths some women go through to get the title, I also pity them as they stare in panic over the silver cutlery, I also marvel at the way they think that having their tits on explicit show. It's damn ugly, a bit of cleavage, that's well done, but not so far as to juggle their own nipples off their own aureole. When will I find a Diva to match me, so that I could perhaps bask in the glory of Diva sisterhood? I am not exactly on the look out, but I have found none to match my quality and degree of Divahood. No, not boasting my butt off, just the solemn truth. But somehow these Diva wannabe's are getting commoner and commoner. I am not interested in seeing nipples thank you very much. They are not nice while you are trying to eat your lasagna. And id some wannabe Diva like this thrives on the fact that all eyes are one her, well, whose eyes wouldn't be when the boobs are very painfully trying to defy the law of gravity? It's like a whole circus up with acrobat boobs. Oh dear girl, that's so far from being a Diva. You have to walk the walk, talk the talk, think the thoughts... and support your tits. Otherwise, please stay at home, or cover up. Take it from me, I'm *the* Diva.