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Vanity Fair
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I hate vain men, Charlie. I do. Really.

Vain men are probably one of the worst plagues the world has ever known.

I mean, vanity in a woman is also bad, but it's not that bad.

Vanity in a guy ... it's absolutely infuriating!

You're not vain at all, Charlie. And that's one of the reasons why I like you so much.

When a guy is vain, he only listens to what he says, only talks about himself and chockes with praise. He walks around like he's some kind of peacock and there is nothing less atractive than a guy who loves himself and thinks either that he's god's gift to women or an intelectual genius.

In fact, the self proclaimed intelectual geniuses are the worst, really. They loooooove to have an audience, hate to be interrupted by something that is not their own voice, think they're soooo funny with their self professed inteligent humour and, worst of all, walk around as if they're always a little above the rest of us scumbags, believing deep down themselves (well, actually, not that deep down) that the world has no idea of their absolute genius.

Usually they end up having to suck up to a lot of asses, so they can pay their rent ...

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