I’m sorry if I go on about this, but it really frustrates the hell out of me to see our generation of oh-so-feminist tendencies, ready to take on the world and the entire male population, yet unable to face their own reflections. How’s that for irony? I say, if you want to present a “bring it on” attitude, confidence begins at home. So try some time without makeup. It might take some getting used to, but there’ll be no makeup smudges, accidents or emergencies and no checking your pocket mirror at five minute intervals. Soon, you’ll find you get more praise for flaunting “au natural” than most days you would wear it. But these guys won’t be the sleaze bags that just want to get into your pants…well ok, a few of them will, -because don’t forget, bad boys like good girls too!-, however, most of them will not only appreciate what they see, but respect the courage and effort it takes to leave well enough alone! Plus, you can always knock-’em-dead on those few occasions that you do wear makeup. It’s the best of both worlds, really!
Well, I’ve been blathering for long enough, but here’s a final note. When it comes down to it, guys need us and we need them, two halves of a whole, or whatever the sentimental fairy-tale equivalent of that is. But if we go for some a**hole, thinking we can change them, we’re just a bunch of naïve idiots heading down a long road of pain and trauma. So why not go for the best? I don’t mean rich, talented know-it-all’s or the ones that look amazing with their shirts off, but a normal, flawed guy who will love you through the bad times and enjoy the good. Even this guy might seem as unrealistic as one of those knights-in-shining-armor we used to dream about, and we’re certainly never going to find him if we keep up this “love me because I hate myself” thing.
I’m not going to sooth everyone’s feelings with scented candles and the shrink-like sympathy of “you’re a beautiful woman who deserves anyone” because we all know that isn’t true. Some of us have looks, others don’t. Personally, I think everyone has at least one beautiful feature, but that isn’t the point. The point is, every one of us has something, call it a gift, it could be beauty, expression, grace, talent, brains, the ability to know when to listen and when to talk or a sense of humor. Physical beauty doesn’t last long, no matter how hard we try to maintain it, and I don’t want to say “it’s what’s on the inside that counts” because it’s cliché, though like most clichés, it also happens to be true. In the end, character, attitude and how you present yourself go a lot farther to make an impression, for good or otherwise, than what you look like. Now, there’ll always be those people that judge on looks alone and I feel sorry for them, because that’s what they will always be. Alone.
Ugh, and you know the thing I really hate about feminism? -forgive the literary ADD, curse of all writers- It bloody well ruined everything. You know, women were ruling the world just fine -albeit behind-the-scenes- until some idiot decided that she wanted a say in which man would get to ruin the country next! It’s laughable, really. Ok, I won’t deny that we have got some benefits from that, -though the freedom to kill your baby because you were too stupid to keep your hormones to yourself seems a bit like reprieving a criminal- but now, thanks to decades of conditioning from a “girls gone wild” society, guys are too scared to compliment, hold a door, or even carry something for us, for fear of a ringing slap and a law suit! What is wrong with us?
In an effort to promote equality, we walk like guys, talk like them, dress, act and think like them -“casual sex”, booty calls, friends-with-benefits, all their idea- but we don’t want to be them, oh no, because statistically, we are smarter, more mature, and likely to live longer. Is it just me, or does this system seem just slightly screwed up? Despite the many appreciable qualities in the opposite sex, I am perfectly content being female…except for once a month, but that’s life. I remember reading a famous quote once: “a woman’s greatest strength is her weakness.” Hmm, I thought, good point. When you strip away the obvious physical, emotional and mental differences between guys and gals, what do we have that they don’t? One word: femininity. Basically, that’s what they fall for, every time. I mean, those cliché “save the damsel” movies do get one thing right, guys love being the savior! And you know what’s even better? A tough, confident, independent woman who shows her feminine side and must be rescued, it’s like the ultimate guy thing. The point is, showing a little feminine fragility -a bit of leg works too, if you want the screwy ones-, helps rather than hurts a situation. And coming from a girl who regularly gets lost in foreign cities at night, it gets you out of a lot of trouble.