That Girl
We’ve all seen her. That girl in the club/bar/grocery store/wherever walking around with her ass cheeks hanging out of what I’m guessing is supposed to be a skirt. She’s the girl who I can't help being totally annoyed by...but even still I hate hating this chick because no matter what logical reason I have for thinking she’s absolutely ridiculous, if I make any sort of comment about the lack of clothes and exposed body parts, I’m immediately lumped into the category of being a “hater” or “jealous" - which of course, is entirely not the case. It's not a case of being a hater at all, but hating what she's portraying and what message she's putting out there for all to see.
While I’m definitely pro-fashion-choices and people being who they are without apology, I really get irked by women who choose to dress like total hoochies. I personally feel there is a fine line between being ultra-sexy and just plain tacky. When I think of sexy women I think Halle Berry, Angelina Jolie, Jessica Alba – do these women let it all hang out in a pair of spandex leopard print pants and cleavage up to their necks? Definitely not.
I think women who dress like superskanks make it harder on the rest of us. These women are so obviously serving themselves up on this “please, objectify me” platter that leaves Dickhead Joe Schmo thinking we’re all like that and that we actually welcome (or enjoy?!) being attacked in a driveby ass grab or “accidental” boob graze. It’s happened to the best of us and it’s really just plain nasty.
What also bothers me is that guys actually pay attention to these girls. While I admit that I can’t help but look (often in horror), I’m guessing my male friends aren’t looking in disgust, but probably more in LUST. So my question for the boys is – what is the intrigue? I mean, I know (most) of you would never actually consider taking a girl like this home to mom (I’m being real glass-half-full here), but what makes you go ga-ga over these skank-a-nators? It leaves the nice - and often more fully dressed girls - ignored and wondering what the fuck is going on.
So shed some light!
While I’m definitely pro-fashion-choices and people being who they are without apology, I really get irked by women who choose to dress like total hoochies. I personally feel there is a fine line between being ultra-sexy and just plain tacky. When I think of sexy women I think Halle Berry, Angelina Jolie, Jessica Alba – do these women let it all hang out in a pair of spandex leopard print pants and cleavage up to their necks? Definitely not.
I think women who dress like superskanks make it harder on the rest of us. These women are so obviously serving themselves up on this “please, objectify me” platter that leaves Dickhead Joe Schmo thinking we’re all like that and that we actually welcome (or enjoy?!) being attacked in a driveby ass grab or “accidental” boob graze. It’s happened to the best of us and it’s really just plain nasty.
What also bothers me is that guys actually pay attention to these girls. While I admit that I can’t help but look (often in horror), I’m guessing my male friends aren’t looking in disgust, but probably more in LUST. So my question for the boys is – what is the intrigue? I mean, I know (most) of you would never actually consider taking a girl like this home to mom (I’m being real glass-half-full here), but what makes you go ga-ga over these skank-a-nators? It leaves the nice - and often more fully dressed girls - ignored and wondering what the fuck is going on.
So shed some light!
Coffee and The Ex
"Hi there, long time no talk"
Oh, is it that time already? The bi-annual "check in" from The Ex? My, time does fly. It seems only yesterday I was reading an awkwardly-penned email asking if I'd like to "grab coffee and catch up," the first post-breakup correspondence we'd had since the demise of our 2 year relationship 5 months earlier. We had coffee, it was nice, we went our separate ways with a "let's keep in touch" from him and an "ummhmm" from me. It was pleasant, cordial, with splash of Familiar and Comforting thrown in to confuse me. But I still walked away with a lingering sense of Things Left Unsaid. So when the little gchat window popped up on my computer screen yesterday with a request for Coffee Round 2, I felt that familiar urge to let him know exactly what I think of him and his appallingly tactless breakup manners.
Long story short, the breakup didn't go well. It wasn't a battle of epic proportions, it wasn't a tragedy, it wasn't World War III. It just didn't do justice to me, or to our relationship. Things could have been said differently, handled better. To skip the tedious details (unless you want to hear them), when all is said and done -- I don't feel particularly charitable in the post-breakup Friendship department. At the risk of sounding like I have an over-inflated ego, I don't really know if he deserves my friendship. There I said it.
But I've reached a point where I want to let go of the bitterness and resentment. As a friend said, it only holds me back from moving on to bigger and better things (and something about soup?). For my emotional health and wellbeing, it's time to let go. But does forgiving mean forgetting? Does letting go involve me getting some things off my chest? Have I passed the expiration date for speaking my piece? Is it even worth it?
For those of you who know me, I can be a trifle stubborn at times. -cough- Ok I can be a stubborn ass. I hold grudges, I feel things deeply and don't easily forget when I've been wronged.
This forgiveness business is going to be tricky ...
Oh, is it that time already? The bi-annual "check in" from The Ex? My, time does fly. It seems only yesterday I was reading an awkwardly-penned email asking if I'd like to "grab coffee and catch up," the first post-breakup correspondence we'd had since the demise of our 2 year relationship 5 months earlier. We had coffee, it was nice, we went our separate ways with a "let's keep in touch" from him and an "ummhmm" from me. It was pleasant, cordial, with splash of Familiar and Comforting thrown in to confuse me. But I still walked away with a lingering sense of Things Left Unsaid. So when the little gchat window popped up on my computer screen yesterday with a request for Coffee Round 2, I felt that familiar urge to let him know exactly what I think of him and his appallingly tactless breakup manners.
Long story short, the breakup didn't go well. It wasn't a battle of epic proportions, it wasn't a tragedy, it wasn't World War III. It just didn't do justice to me, or to our relationship. Things could have been said differently, handled better. To skip the tedious details (unless you want to hear them), when all is said and done -- I don't feel particularly charitable in the post-breakup Friendship department. At the risk of sounding like I have an over-inflated ego, I don't really know if he deserves my friendship. There I said it.
But I've reached a point where I want to let go of the bitterness and resentment. As a friend said, it only holds me back from moving on to bigger and better things (and something about soup?). For my emotional health and wellbeing, it's time to let go. But does forgiving mean forgetting? Does letting go involve me getting some things off my chest? Have I passed the expiration date for speaking my piece? Is it even worth it?
For those of you who know me, I can be a trifle stubborn at times. -cough- Ok I can be a stubborn ass. I hold grudges, I feel things deeply and don't easily forget when I've been wronged.
This forgiveness business is going to be tricky ...
Thank You. Now Can You Do It Again?
I love the girls who read our blog. However, I am a red-blooded heterosexual woman and I'm wondering where the boys are? Do I have to write a scathing post about the many deficiencies of the male sex? If that's what will unearth you, I will. Try me. ;)
I have a question. When do you let the freak out when getting busy on the regular with a guy ( i really need to stop watching BET, but i feel the need to support my misguided people)? I'm just curious. Would it scare them away if you wanted to be more aggressive? Should you follow the lead? I know that it takes some time to get to know the other person and how you work together. Yet, sometimes don't you feel the need to throw him down and ...
For all their talk of women being more aggressive in making the first move, I think it's a lie. I think they'd run for the hills if a girl really laid her cards on the table and told him to strip. Hee Hee.
Again, I need a big drink
I have a question. When do you let the freak out when getting busy on the regular with a guy ( i really need to stop watching BET, but i feel the need to support my misguided people)? I'm just curious. Would it scare them away if you wanted to be more aggressive? Should you follow the lead? I know that it takes some time to get to know the other person and how you work together. Yet, sometimes don't you feel the need to throw him down and ...
For all their talk of women being more aggressive in making the first move, I think it's a lie. I think they'd run for the hills if a girl really laid her cards on the table and told him to strip. Hee Hee.
Again, I need a big drink
I just need to feel you on top of me
Seriously, I've had it. I've been in this phase where I think I want a relationship of substance and depth, but the thought makes me cringe. I don't know why, I'm just very stuck in my ways and not willing to compromise right now. Thus, I'm not in a relationship or looking for one. I'm fine with this. Except for one thing.
I need, want, desire, hunger for some loving. I'm seriously frustrated, but I'm not into the casual thing. Nor, do I want to start a relationship just because I want sex on the regular. Nothings worse than dating a guy that the only reason you want him around is to have sex with him. So, I'm frustrated. I'm not happy. And this is affecting my wallet. Since I can't satisfy one urge, I've satisfied another.
I've been shopping. Shoes, purses, clothes. Mmmm. Though this does make me happy, I'm pretty sure I'd be happier with....
I need a big drink.
I need, want, desire, hunger for some loving. I'm seriously frustrated, but I'm not into the casual thing. Nor, do I want to start a relationship just because I want sex on the regular. Nothings worse than dating a guy that the only reason you want him around is to have sex with him. So, I'm frustrated. I'm not happy. And this is affecting my wallet. Since I can't satisfy one urge, I've satisfied another.
I've been shopping. Shoes, purses, clothes. Mmmm. Though this does make me happy, I'm pretty sure I'd be happier with....
I need a big drink.
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