To all the girls who can’t find what they’re looking for,Judging from my last letter, you might think I’m some kind of jumped-up feminist with a vendetta against all males. Well, hate to disappoint you, but despite my obvious frustration and occasional disdain for the opposite sex, I appreciate a lot about guys. Instead of our back-handed cattiness, they are up front, “in your face” and anything but subtle. Unlike us, they don’t worry constantly about appearances. Yes, they may be sex-driven perves with a few years of emotional and mental maturity to catch up on, but at least they’re honest about it! But what do we do? Do we try to help them mature, teach them that boobs and asses aren’t the only interesting parts of a girl? Do we give them a reason to want us for us and not what we can do or be to them? Do we present the image of someone who deserves and appreciates chivalry and polite compliments over a couple of shots and a quick trip to the nearest motel room? It’s a short answer. Nope! Instead, I see emotionally screwed-up attention-seekers who exploit what they have and take what they can get because they don’t think they deserve any better. Hate to break it to you, girls, but if the shoe fits — ! Consider our style choices. In an age where skin-tight, ripped jeans and push-up bras are the norm, it seems ludicrous to expect “equality” and “respect” from the guys we see every day. I mean, that makes about as much sense as the reporter who complained of harassment when she showed in a men’s locker room in a sexy outfit! I’m sorry, but do you really think they’re going to bother looking at your face if you’ve got other assets on display? If you act expendable, you get treated expendable, that’s the way it goes. And don’t make the mistake of thinking that “feminine” and “sexy” are the same thing, I know boys’ clothes are comfortable, but do we really have to copy them, albeit in a smaller, tighter version? Why not just dress like a girl, and again, that doesn’t mean major cleavage or large holes in strategic places! Here’s a good rule of thumb: “Wear it tight enough to show that you’re a woman, but loose enough to show that you’re a lady.” Of course, how you dress is only an indication of who you are and what you think of yourself. Sure, guys find the insecure ones easy, but it’s the confident ones that really attract them, someone who’s assured in her own abilities, at least, enough to render self-exploitation unnecessary! Look, I know that it’s basically impossible for us to like everything about ourselves, I am a girl after all, and I’ll always be bemoaning hair that isn’t thick enough, short legs and big teeth. But not giving into the temptation of showing off what few “merits” I think I have, learning express my own unique style and still getting attention that way, it’s incredibly ego-building, believe me! Ok, so I get the fact that makeup can work wonders. It hides blemishes, smoothes away flaws and makes you look, and feel, beautiful. At least, that’s what the ads will tell you. Basically, it’s an expensive way of saying “here’s some gunk, you don’t want to know what’s in it, put it on and you won’t even recognize yourself — in a good way!” What most people don’t seem to understand is that it can’t create beauty. That’s the whole point! It can only serve to emphasize what’s already there, so why the time-wasting daily routine, money-draining shopping trips and endless stress? Ok, so it can make your eyelashes look a bit longer, your eyes a bit bluer, your lips redder, but it’s all an illusion. One swipe with a baby wipe and you’re back to that Cinderella stage before the fairy godmother. It’s funny how much of an addiction makeup can be, the rush of experimenting with different colors and styles, the moment you know it’s done and you stare at that glamorous person in the mirror, for once liking what you see. Then come the compliments, the attention. You feel bold, confident — then your lip gloss smudges, your mascara flakes or your foundation rubs off. Momentary panic ensues and you rush to the nearest bathroom, spending the next ten minutes frantically repairing the damage, and finally emerge, glowing with relief, to enjoy the night once more. It’s not until you get home and it all comes off that you get a shock. Who is that person in the mirror, the one with spots and invisible lashes? Maybe I’m just slightly more screwed up than the rest of you ladies, but it takes me about 24 hrs to reconcile myself with that person I see. I hate that feeling. Why should I be dissatisfied with the way I am? The answer is I shouldn’t. It’s ridiculous, stupid and unhealthy to hide yourself like that. It’s an excuse, a way to make you fit your own ideal. Look at plastic surgery ‘”much good it does in the end!- and those painstaking, infinitesimal changes people make to mould their own bodies to Barbie-like proportions. Well, sooner or later you’ll find that, just like our favorite childhood friend, it’s virtually impossible. Why not learn to live with yourself the way you are, laugh at the bad points, feel proud of the good because they are yours, no artificial ingredients added.