Saint Valentine is believed to be a Christian martyr who made his name popular by spreading Christianity and marrying soldiers, whom under the the Roman emperor Claudius II were not allowed to marry because he believed it made the soldiers weak. Valentine, on the other hand, believed this to be unjust and met secretly to wed the young (very young back then) lovers. Oh, and he healed a blind girl and left her a note before his execution which closed with, "Your Valentine."
Valentine was executed on February 14, 270AD for refusing to recognize Roman Gods. Since then, this day has been commercialized into the ultimate lover's day in the U.S. and all over the world.
Here's my beef:
The general public, and specifically Christians, celebrate this man for going against the government and performing illegal marriage ceremonies because he believed all were entitled to this sacred union. Yet, in this U.S. anyway, present day Christians consistently fight the government to ensure "all" are most definitely not entitled to this same union. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm referring to the gays.
This seems a bit hypocritical to me...
Ultimately this day was initially a day to celebrate "Christian love" and love for Christ, and has no real connection to what it is today.
Present day Valentine's Day can most easily be describes as a day of chocolate, flowers, and pressure, That's right: pressure.
If you're in a relationship you are required to not only recognize this special day, but show an abundance of love and appreciation for your partner, in the form of flowers and chocolate and flowers and more chocolate.
If you're not in a relationship you are required to gush over the love lives of your associates and feel insecure about your lack of partnership.
Fuck that.
I've spent many Valentine's Days in committed relationships and for the most part the day was not much different than the rest. Here's the thing - Disney needs adoration EVERY day. One day a year just isn't enough. Actually, it's borderline insulting to think we need an assigned day to show people how we feel about them Why not just be adults and express what we want, when we want?
I'll admit it's cute to watch the young ones choosing their "Valentine," but class rules require student bring a valentine for everyone so no one feels left out. I'll never forget my mother forcing me to give a valentine to the boy who, just a few days before, punched me in the stomach. Not to mention, promoting young love in elementary school may not be such a great idea now that middle-schoolers are making babies.
I'm sure this all comes off as a single-girl rant, but the truth is, this is my first single-girl Valentine's Day in a very very long time. I don't feel the least bit of pressure. I will go about my day as any other, and tonight I get to choose who shall be my Valentine. That's right, I still get to choose my Valentine, as in, it's not predetermined by relationship status.
In the end: Flowers die, chocolate makes you fat, and single girls have the options that the married girls envy. Yay, Valentine's Day!
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2.14.2013
2.06.2013
Sex Myths Revealed by Disney
I was sent this link the other day. It may be spam, but I found it quite interesting nonetheless. Most of these myths I've heard myself and some I've never heard before. Others are just disturbing.
THE TIMES OF INDIA (yes, really)
9 Most Ridiculous Sex Myths Of All Time[!]
#1 Size Matter
- Yes and no. I don't care much for the biological response in the article so I'll put it like this. Penises are like pie. You want more than a bite, but not the whole pie. I'd say there's a pretty good range of "acceptable" so most men shouldn't worry. But remember - too much is just as bad as not enough. I mean, we're not all porn stars.
#2 Love Food and Aphrodisiacs Will Get You "Tingly"
- As the author states, I have never been "aroused" by food. There are a variety of things that make me "tingly" but indigestion isn't one of them.
#3 Men Think More About Sex Than Women
- I like to think of this one as God's practical joke. As adolescents, the boys and their raging hormones just want to do it all the time. They tend to lack in... experience, so the girls don't get to see the super fun side of sex. Then, later in life, the female's hormones go rabid but by then the boys have new interests, like football and beer. And now, it's socially frowned upon to have casual sex with strangers, or minors, so the poor girls have to take matters into their own hands (pun); or they just start a blog.
#4 The Withdrawal Method Won't Get You Knocked Up
- Are there still people, that are not cast on 16 and Pregnant, that still believe this? I don't even trust a man to remember to put the seat down much less to remember to move during, arguably, the highlight his day.
#5 Women Don't Like Porn
- Well that's a blatant lie.
#6 You Won't Get Pregnant If You have Sex While Menstruating
- You'll just get dirty... Lets all take a moment to remember lil spermies are super tough guys. Some survive in labs for months and months, so it's reasonable to believe they can wait out a couple days.
#7 An Orgasm For Women Is Supposed To Be Earth Shattering
- Wait... this is NOT true? Wow. I'll keep my world "rockin'" thank-you-very-much. Having an orgasm without even knowing sounds like a horrible way to live.
#8 Every Woman Has A G Spot
- I have to agree with article in that hunting for steak when you have chicken on the table seems silly. Just eat, for goodness sake.
#9 If She Doesn't Make Pleasure Noises, She's Not Enjoying It
- "Some women are vocal and some women are not." True. But if she gives you the, "What-the-fuck-are-you-doing" look, maybe you should ask what she likes. Listen for "pleasure noises" but listen for pain too. And ladies - don't be afraid to lead the way. This is probably the only time a man is ready and willing to ask for directions.
THE TIMES OF INDIA (yes, really)
9 Most Ridiculous Sex Myths Of All Time[!]
#1 Size Matter
- Yes and no. I don't care much for the biological response in the article so I'll put it like this. Penises are like pie. You want more than a bite, but not the whole pie. I'd say there's a pretty good range of "acceptable" so most men shouldn't worry. But remember - too much is just as bad as not enough. I mean, we're not all porn stars.
#2 Love Food and Aphrodisiacs Will Get You "Tingly"
- As the author states, I have never been "aroused" by food. There are a variety of things that make me "tingly" but indigestion isn't one of them.
#3 Men Think More About Sex Than Women
- I like to think of this one as God's practical joke. As adolescents, the boys and their raging hormones just want to do it all the time. They tend to lack in... experience, so the girls don't get to see the super fun side of sex. Then, later in life, the female's hormones go rabid but by then the boys have new interests, like football and beer. And now, it's socially frowned upon to have casual sex with strangers, or minors, so the poor girls have to take matters into their own hands (pun); or they just start a blog.
#4 The Withdrawal Method Won't Get You Knocked Up
- Are there still people, that are not cast on 16 and Pregnant, that still believe this? I don't even trust a man to remember to put the seat down much less to remember to move during, arguably, the highlight his day.
#5 Women Don't Like Porn
- Well that's a blatant lie.
#6 You Won't Get Pregnant If You have Sex While Menstruating
- You'll just get dirty... Lets all take a moment to remember lil spermies are super tough guys. Some survive in labs for months and months, so it's reasonable to believe they can wait out a couple days.
#7 An Orgasm For Women Is Supposed To Be Earth Shattering
- Wait... this is NOT true? Wow. I'll keep my world "rockin'" thank-you-very-much. Having an orgasm without even knowing sounds like a horrible way to live.
#8 Every Woman Has A G Spot
- I have to agree with article in that hunting for steak when you have chicken on the table seems silly. Just eat, for goodness sake.
#9 If She Doesn't Make Pleasure Noises, She's Not Enjoying It
- "Some women are vocal and some women are not." True. But if she gives you the, "What-the-fuck-are-you-doing" look, maybe you should ask what she likes. Listen for "pleasure noises" but listen for pain too. And ladies - don't be afraid to lead the way. This is probably the only time a man is ready and willing to ask for directions.
1.22.2013
Sexting 101
Sexting: the act of sending sexual explicit messages or photographs primarily between mobile phones.
This new trend started a few years back. I thought it missed my generation, but apparently I was wrong. I guess the idea is that we are so busy throughout the day that we have to substitute sexting for actual intercourse in order to save time? Or maybe sexting is a way for the Christian kids to get off without going to hell... who knows. Chances are you've done it. If you haven't, give it a go. It doesn't hurt, I promise. If you do it all the time - stop. Go get yourself a real girlfriend for goodness sake.
Sexting, like everything fun in life, has rules.
Rule #1 - KNOW who you're sending your own pics to. Unless you really want to see your best feature on Tumbler, you want to make sure the other party isn't going to mass-text your goods to his friends. Or your parents.
Rule#2 - Be honest. If you're going to send a copied pic make that clear. It's false advertising if you don't.
Rule #3 - Include an introduction. I know it seems erotic to receive that surprise picture package (pun) mid-day, but it's less erotic when you're, say, in a meeting, or at lunch with your mom. Make sure your partner knows the next text is NSFW.
Rule #4 - Keep it classy. I'm sure there are those that like the close-up, fluidy, ick-I-can't-think-of-another-adjective, but that's something you should really work up to. Start simple.
Rule #5 - One at a time. What? Where's the fun in that? I know, I know, the idea of (electronically) banging two chicks at once is an easy sell. But it takes far more focus than you'd imagine. It's very easy to get caught up in the moment and mix up the ladies. Then... you've got two very pissed off ladies. Don't you watch S&TC? Girls may not expect monogamous sexting but they prefer to assume it.
Rule #6 - Be monogamous with your sexting. If you're going to be sexting all over town, at least disclose that. No one likes a cyber-slut.
Rule #7 - It's still cheating. Sorry. If you have a real-life partner and you're sexting another it's a breach in loyalty and trust and she/he should kick you to the curb.
Rule #8 - Double check the recipient box. Your dad does not want to get a picture of your adult pecker. No, not even if you take after him.
Rule #9 - Get verbal. You may not be much of a talker in the bedroom, but sexting can get pretty bland without the use of adjectives. Yep - you can even say the bad words.
Rule #10 - Privacy is paramount. In all honesty, if someone choses to partake in this rainy-day activity with you they're doing so because they trust that the conversation and visuals will remain between the two of you. Keep it that way. If the sexting goes public you will lose your partner and none of her friends will want to play either. Not to mention, a spiteful one may go viral with your own image and grandma may see more of her little man than she'd like. Or worse: the whole school sees YOUR little man and you really will not get laid 'till college.
Good luck!
This new trend started a few years back. I thought it missed my generation, but apparently I was wrong. I guess the idea is that we are so busy throughout the day that we have to substitute sexting for actual intercourse in order to save time? Or maybe sexting is a way for the Christian kids to get off without going to hell... who knows. Chances are you've done it. If you haven't, give it a go. It doesn't hurt, I promise. If you do it all the time - stop. Go get yourself a real girlfriend for goodness sake.
Sexting, like everything fun in life, has rules.
Rule #1 - KNOW who you're sending your own pics to. Unless you really want to see your best feature on Tumbler, you want to make sure the other party isn't going to mass-text your goods to his friends. Or your parents.
Rule#2 - Be honest. If you're going to send a copied pic make that clear. It's false advertising if you don't.
Rule #3 - Include an introduction. I know it seems erotic to receive that surprise picture package (pun) mid-day, but it's less erotic when you're, say, in a meeting, or at lunch with your mom. Make sure your partner knows the next text is NSFW.
Rule #4 - Keep it classy. I'm sure there are those that like the close-up, fluidy, ick-I-can't-think-of-another-adjective, but that's something you should really work up to. Start simple.
Rule #5 - One at a time. What? Where's the fun in that? I know, I know, the idea of (electronically) banging two chicks at once is an easy sell. But it takes far more focus than you'd imagine. It's very easy to get caught up in the moment and mix up the ladies. Then... you've got two very pissed off ladies. Don't you watch S&TC? Girls may not expect monogamous sexting but they prefer to assume it.
Rule #6 - Be monogamous with your sexting. If you're going to be sexting all over town, at least disclose that. No one likes a cyber-slut.
Rule #7 - It's still cheating. Sorry. If you have a real-life partner and you're sexting another it's a breach in loyalty and trust and she/he should kick you to the curb.
Rule #8 - Double check the recipient box. Your dad does not want to get a picture of your adult pecker. No, not even if you take after him.
Rule #9 - Get verbal. You may not be much of a talker in the bedroom, but sexting can get pretty bland without the use of adjectives. Yep - you can even say the bad words.
Rule #10 - Privacy is paramount. In all honesty, if someone choses to partake in this rainy-day activity with you they're doing so because they trust that the conversation and visuals will remain between the two of you. Keep it that way. If the sexting goes public you will lose your partner and none of her friends will want to play either. Not to mention, a spiteful one may go viral with your own image and grandma may see more of her little man than she'd like. Or worse: the whole school sees YOUR little man and you really will not get laid 'till college.
Good luck!
12.25.2012
Christmas - The Scary Truth
Disclaimer: This is not meant to offend any person, religion, or rapist. Take a xanex with your eggnog and relax.
For the record, I'm not Christian. My beliefs most resemble Buddhist philosophy, I guess, but I choose not to claim membership to any organized religious group. Especially the really scary ones. *cough* Catholics *cough* But in an attempt to make my upbringing seem normal my mother forced me to attend a UCC church for many years. That's right, Disney has been to church. That's United Church of Christ for those that are unfamiliar. It's similar to protestant, I believe, another branch under the christian realm. We learned all about Jesus and what not but I was young so we didn't get into the really good stuff. I was baptized as an infant and I attended Sunday School every week. I even completed confirmation, if you can believe it, when I was twelve, and took communion for the first and last time. To be honest the whole "body and blood of Christ" thing really freaked me out. Still does.
Anyway, another interesting fact about my childhood is that my mother had my brothers when I was around ten years old. Because I was highly intelligent, and had an abnormal sexual curiosity, I knew how babies were made and I knew it had nothing to do with placing an order with a local stork. This led to some extreme conflict when the study of Jesus came up.
I understood that Jesus was God's son; that God chose the "virgin" Mary to be his mother. I also understood that Mary was married and wondered how Joseph felt about this whole situation. I had a Jerry Springer conflict in my head. I had a step-dad at this point so I thought I could relate to the poor Jesus and his nontraditional upbringing. One day, I asked my mom point blank about the affair. She was also my Sunday school teacher. Seriously, Disney's mom was a Sunday school teacher. That's when she explained "immaculate conception" to me for the very first time. I've had nightmares ever since.
See, as a young woman my mother did not hesitate to explain to me the ramifications of intercourse and proper protective measures. I was on birth control before my "first" even knew he had a chance. So the idea that anyone, or any deity for that matter, could just decide to knock me up, doesn't sit well with me. I'm a feminist for goodness sake. I'm a strong supporter of reproductive choice as well. I don't recall any stories about any men having to raise illegitimate children. It just seems so unfair. Although, when it comes to women, nothing in Christianity is very fair. Still, the idea that poor Mary had no control over the situation really burns me up. And the idea that she was a married virgin just makes me laugh. Isn't that why Christians get married? So they can finally do it without having to take a scalding shower of guilt after?
Anyway, it's the idea of this immaculate rape that really pushed me away from Christianity all together. There are, of course, many other reasons, but this is the biggie.
However, I still celebrate Christmas. What? How could you? - Oh, stop. I celebrate the Americanized Christmas. The Santas and the Raindeer and the giving and receiving of presents. Who doesn't love presents? I also celebrate the fact that this one time a year people, for the most part, act a little less selfish, and may even take a moment to appreciate all the loving people in their lives. That's what Christmas means to me. And I have to say, even as I type, it sounds way more pleasant than some poor married woman that never gets laid, getting knocked up by a stranger, and then a parade of people want to fawn over the infant while her poor husband has to stand by and act proud. Joseph sure was a stand-up guy.
For the record, I'm not Christian. My beliefs most resemble Buddhist philosophy, I guess, but I choose not to claim membership to any organized religious group. Especially the really scary ones. *cough* Catholics *cough* But in an attempt to make my upbringing seem normal my mother forced me to attend a UCC church for many years. That's right, Disney has been to church. That's United Church of Christ for those that are unfamiliar. It's similar to protestant, I believe, another branch under the christian realm. We learned all about Jesus and what not but I was young so we didn't get into the really good stuff. I was baptized as an infant and I attended Sunday School every week. I even completed confirmation, if you can believe it, when I was twelve, and took communion for the first and last time. To be honest the whole "body and blood of Christ" thing really freaked me out. Still does.
Anyway, another interesting fact about my childhood is that my mother had my brothers when I was around ten years old. Because I was highly intelligent, and had an abnormal sexual curiosity, I knew how babies were made and I knew it had nothing to do with placing an order with a local stork. This led to some extreme conflict when the study of Jesus came up.
I understood that Jesus was God's son; that God chose the "virgin" Mary to be his mother. I also understood that Mary was married and wondered how Joseph felt about this whole situation. I had a Jerry Springer conflict in my head. I had a step-dad at this point so I thought I could relate to the poor Jesus and his nontraditional upbringing. One day, I asked my mom point blank about the affair. She was also my Sunday school teacher. Seriously, Disney's mom was a Sunday school teacher. That's when she explained "immaculate conception" to me for the very first time. I've had nightmares ever since.
See, as a young woman my mother did not hesitate to explain to me the ramifications of intercourse and proper protective measures. I was on birth control before my "first" even knew he had a chance. So the idea that anyone, or any deity for that matter, could just decide to knock me up, doesn't sit well with me. I'm a feminist for goodness sake. I'm a strong supporter of reproductive choice as well. I don't recall any stories about any men having to raise illegitimate children. It just seems so unfair. Although, when it comes to women, nothing in Christianity is very fair. Still, the idea that poor Mary had no control over the situation really burns me up. And the idea that she was a married virgin just makes me laugh. Isn't that why Christians get married? So they can finally do it without having to take a scalding shower of guilt after?
Anyway, it's the idea of this immaculate rape that really pushed me away from Christianity all together. There are, of course, many other reasons, but this is the biggie.
However, I still celebrate Christmas. What? How could you? - Oh, stop. I celebrate the Americanized Christmas. The Santas and the Raindeer and the giving and receiving of presents. Who doesn't love presents? I also celebrate the fact that this one time a year people, for the most part, act a little less selfish, and may even take a moment to appreciate all the loving people in their lives. That's what Christmas means to me. And I have to say, even as I type, it sounds way more pleasant than some poor married woman that never gets laid, getting knocked up by a stranger, and then a parade of people want to fawn over the infant while her poor husband has to stand by and act proud. Joseph sure was a stand-up guy.
9.08.2012
My how things have changed:
This morning I woke up and decided my bed needed redecorating. This is a bed I shared with the Ex, so any remnant of him needs to be removed. Maybe it's a girl thing, but I'm convinced removing his energy will make my bed seem more welcoming to new-and-improved partners. So I got new sheets, a new comforter, new pillows, etc. Hell, I may even get a whole new bed.
Anyway, this activity led me to start thinking about how my life has changed over the last few months from being "in a relationship" to "single."
1.) I don't get hugs on a regular basis. I've never been much of a "hugger" but I have a new appreciation for the contact now that it's not a norm in my everyday life.
2.) I can eat what I want. I never have to ask, "Well, what do you want?" and then spend 20 minutes debating back and forth while my stomach eats itself. This also goes for, "What do you want to do?" and "Where do you want to go?" I make the decisions now.
3.) I work out more. Well... I work out. I didn't have "time" before, ya know, cause I was busy being the perfect girlfriend. Now I have not only time, but the ambition to get back the sic body I had when I met the Ex. How do guys always make us fat? Oh, they live off beer and chicken wings. I digress.
4.) I pay for massages - because no one else is going to do it. Except maybe the homeless guy that sleeps in the trash room, but I haven't quite gotten that desperate.
5.) I see my friends more. I guess this is pretty normal, but I hate that it took a break-up to make that happen. I'll be more careful next time.
6.) I buy condoms. Not that I have any need for them *yawn* but I'm a safety girl and single girls should just keep those things around. By the way, has anyone bought condoms lately? Can we talk about the variety here? I was overwhelmed by the different brands, colors, styles and.... objectives. I just grabbed the purple box and called it a day.
7.) I wear make-up. Suddenly, the need to look appealing is greater now that my next great love may be waiting for me at the dry-cleaner. I can't remember the last time I wore make-up to go to Kmart - before this morning I mean.
8.) I write this blog. I missed this blog. My ambitions in general have increased. I mean I've always been overly ambitious (I'm a Virgo) but I have more motivation now that I don't have an Ex mocking my asinine ideas. Juicing is good for you, dammit.
9.) I don't sleep as much. Or at least, I don't spend as much time in bed. You get it...
10.) My room is always clean. There are no stupid boy clothes strewn about. Everything is neatly in it's place just how I like it. AND the toilet seat is always down. Always.
Anyway, this activity led me to start thinking about how my life has changed over the last few months from being "in a relationship" to "single."
1.) I don't get hugs on a regular basis. I've never been much of a "hugger" but I have a new appreciation for the contact now that it's not a norm in my everyday life.
2.) I can eat what I want. I never have to ask, "Well, what do you want?" and then spend 20 minutes debating back and forth while my stomach eats itself. This also goes for, "What do you want to do?" and "Where do you want to go?" I make the decisions now.
3.) I work out more. Well... I work out. I didn't have "time" before, ya know, cause I was busy being the perfect girlfriend. Now I have not only time, but the ambition to get back the sic body I had when I met the Ex. How do guys always make us fat? Oh, they live off beer and chicken wings. I digress.
4.) I pay for massages - because no one else is going to do it. Except maybe the homeless guy that sleeps in the trash room, but I haven't quite gotten that desperate.
5.) I see my friends more. I guess this is pretty normal, but I hate that it took a break-up to make that happen. I'll be more careful next time.
6.) I buy condoms. Not that I have any need for them *yawn* but I'm a safety girl and single girls should just keep those things around. By the way, has anyone bought condoms lately? Can we talk about the variety here? I was overwhelmed by the different brands, colors, styles and.... objectives. I just grabbed the purple box and called it a day.
7.) I wear make-up. Suddenly, the need to look appealing is greater now that my next great love may be waiting for me at the dry-cleaner. I can't remember the last time I wore make-up to go to Kmart - before this morning I mean.
8.) I write this blog. I missed this blog. My ambitions in general have increased. I mean I've always been overly ambitious (I'm a Virgo) but I have more motivation now that I don't have an Ex mocking my asinine ideas. Juicing is good for you, dammit.
9.) I don't sleep as much. Or at least, I don't spend as much time in bed. You get it...
10.) My room is always clean. There are no stupid boy clothes strewn about. Everything is neatly in it's place just how I like it. AND the toilet seat is always down. Always.
9.03.2012
Daddy Issues
We all know some poor girl with "daddy issues" or an Electra Complex if we want to be scientific. These are the girls that appear to be seeking attention from men in order to compensate for the attention they did not receive from their fathers. Generally, you will find them in clear heels at the top of a pole somewhere, or married to Doug Hutchison at sixteen. They are sexually aggressive and starved for attention. In the eyes of a teenage boy, they are Christmas. In the eyes of (most) adult men, however, they are drama. Avoid them like the plague, or herpes.
But what about us girls that did receive adequate attention from our fathers? The "daddy's girl" so-to-speak. Are we perfect because we can communicate with our clothes on? No. We have a whole new set of issues. We're the girls that will compare every man to the perfect man we still, as adults, call "Daddy." No man will ever love, support, and cherish us like our fathers. Men that wish to win our hearts are forced to live up to impossible expectations.
So what's a guy to do? Well, you have a few options. You can enjoy the "attention whore" and try to provide the necessary attention she'll require. You can fight, tooth and nail, for the love and affection of the girl convinced you will never be good enough. Or you can hold out for that mythical lady that falls somewhere in between.
I think it's safe to say we all have our own issues. It's also safe to say we can find some way to blame said issues on our parents. I guess the only real option is to find someone who's particular issues you find workable, or maybe, just maybe, lovable.
But what about us girls that did receive adequate attention from our fathers? The "daddy's girl" so-to-speak. Are we perfect because we can communicate with our clothes on? No. We have a whole new set of issues. We're the girls that will compare every man to the perfect man we still, as adults, call "Daddy." No man will ever love, support, and cherish us like our fathers. Men that wish to win our hearts are forced to live up to impossible expectations.
So what's a guy to do? Well, you have a few options. You can enjoy the "attention whore" and try to provide the necessary attention she'll require. You can fight, tooth and nail, for the love and affection of the girl convinced you will never be good enough. Or you can hold out for that mythical lady that falls somewhere in between.
I think it's safe to say we all have our own issues. It's also safe to say we can find some way to blame said issues on our parents. I guess the only real option is to find someone who's particular issues you find workable, or maybe, just maybe, lovable.
9.01.2012
"That's so random!"
It's been brought to my attention that us ladies are overusing the word "random" to describe ourselves. This problem was identified by a boy and is not a personal opinion. I will say that I do not believe I fit into this group. I'm not random. I'm a Virgo, for god-sake. I plan to make plans and spontaneity is something forced on me by others.
So, why are women so fixed on representing themselves as being spontaneous and without purpose? I think I have an idea.
There's this myth, designed in the 50s I believe, that every woman over the age of 25 is looking for their forever partner and preparing to chain him to the matching twin bed. Although there are woman like this still lurking, most of us, I believe, just want to enjoy our personal lives and focus planning our careers and such. I assume seeming "random" is a way for a woman to portray that she's out for fun and not sizing up every man she shares an appetizer with to be her lifelong mate.
OR she really is one of these mythical woman and she's in hiding so as not to scare off the timid male.
Either way, stop it. The word is overused and, to be honest, ambiguous. To the wrong guy your "randomness" could come off as an invitation for unwanted advances or worse, a proposal for an illogical future. Try a different word, or better yet, just explain whatever image you're trying to portray.
Overuse of this word may kill men... at least on the inside. Don't worry about seeming spontaneous and focus on being original. And spread the word.
So, why are women so fixed on representing themselves as being spontaneous and without purpose? I think I have an idea.
There's this myth, designed in the 50s I believe, that every woman over the age of 25 is looking for their forever partner and preparing to chain him to the matching twin bed. Although there are woman like this still lurking, most of us, I believe, just want to enjoy our personal lives and focus planning our careers and such. I assume seeming "random" is a way for a woman to portray that she's out for fun and not sizing up every man she shares an appetizer with to be her lifelong mate.
OR she really is one of these mythical woman and she's in hiding so as not to scare off the timid male.
Either way, stop it. The word is overused and, to be honest, ambiguous. To the wrong guy your "randomness" could come off as an invitation for unwanted advances or worse, a proposal for an illogical future. Try a different word, or better yet, just explain whatever image you're trying to portray.
Overuse of this word may kill men... at least on the inside. Don't worry about seeming spontaneous and focus on being original. And spread the word.
8.21.2012
UPDATES
So, as you know, I've been drawn to online dating. I have to say it is just as tedious as real life dating and don't let anyone tell you different. So, here are my reviews:
POF - So far my fav. I have chatted with two likable guys... and a dozen that were not so likable. One is very interesting (you've heard of him before) and his messages are the ones I most look forward to. The other is nice and cute, but lacks the wit to keep my attention. I have responded many times with one word replies, and I'm a talker by nature. I'm trying to stay open-minded so I'll continue but things better pick up fast. The aforementioned is still the favorite thus far. I think may know more about him than any guy I have actually dated, and we've never even met. There's a safety when you're behind a screen that allows people to open up, I guess, because I've shared more than I planned to as well. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, so I'll keep you posted.
Match.com - Bust. I don't know what it is about these guys but I failed to find even one that sparked any interest. Wait, there was one, but that interest was minimal and short-lived. Account deleted.
BondageMatch - I forgot my password and can't get in... typical Disney.
BDSMSingles - All the guys here are really old and unattractive. I understand that a trained Dom is probably going to be at least older than myself, but 67? That's pushing it. They're also not cute and/or interesting. I get a lot of, "Are you interested in me?" and "When would you like to be tamed?" Don't get me wrong, Disney needs some taming, but at least ask my name first, geez. I get that it's a different type of relationship but some level of intimacy is required before I'll let someone tie me up and have their way with me. I don't think that's too much to ask. It's probably time to bow out of the "scene" as clearly it's not what I'm looking for.
POF is the winner thus far. Can I add "bedroom submissive" to my "interests," or do we think that's a bad idea? Yea, bad idea. I'll give POF a little more time and see what happens. It has only been three weeks. Am I impatient, or what?
Oh, and then there is real-life dating. My friend B wants to set me up with her friend, but to be honest (sorry B) he wears really short shorts. I can't handle hipster because they confuse me. Where are the normal, single, straight, and unattached men (within my age range)? Where do they hide? Maybe I should join a club or something... thoughts?
XOXO
POF - So far my fav. I have chatted with two likable guys... and a dozen that were not so likable. One is very interesting (you've heard of him before) and his messages are the ones I most look forward to. The other is nice and cute, but lacks the wit to keep my attention. I have responded many times with one word replies, and I'm a talker by nature. I'm trying to stay open-minded so I'll continue but things better pick up fast. The aforementioned is still the favorite thus far. I think may know more about him than any guy I have actually dated, and we've never even met. There's a safety when you're behind a screen that allows people to open up, I guess, because I've shared more than I planned to as well. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, so I'll keep you posted.
Match.com - Bust. I don't know what it is about these guys but I failed to find even one that sparked any interest. Wait, there was one, but that interest was minimal and short-lived. Account deleted.
BondageMatch - I forgot my password and can't get in... typical Disney.
BDSMSingles - All the guys here are really old and unattractive. I understand that a trained Dom is probably going to be at least older than myself, but 67? That's pushing it. They're also not cute and/or interesting. I get a lot of, "Are you interested in me?" and "When would you like to be tamed?" Don't get me wrong, Disney needs some taming, but at least ask my name first, geez. I get that it's a different type of relationship but some level of intimacy is required before I'll let someone tie me up and have their way with me. I don't think that's too much to ask. It's probably time to bow out of the "scene" as clearly it's not what I'm looking for.
POF is the winner thus far. Can I add "bedroom submissive" to my "interests," or do we think that's a bad idea? Yea, bad idea. I'll give POF a little more time and see what happens. It has only been three weeks. Am I impatient, or what?
Oh, and then there is real-life dating. My friend B wants to set me up with her friend, but to be honest (sorry B) he wears really short shorts. I can't handle hipster because they confuse me. Where are the normal, single, straight, and unattached men (within my age range)? Where do they hide? Maybe I should join a club or something... thoughts?
XOXO
It's like you don't even know me...
So, POF has this feature called "chemistry" where they take your answers to too many questions to find your "perfect match." I checked out my chemistry matches and I have to say, I believe this feature is faulty.
Now, I understand this is probably deciphered by some super lengthy mathematical equation, however, I'm fairly certain the love of my life will not have a facial tattoo. No, wait, I'm sure of it. A facial tattoo is saying you know longer care to be a productive member of society. Even if I did fall for said guy my dad would shoot him before it could get passed 1st base. He's a "shoot first, ask later" kinda guy.
I'm also fairly sure my match will have more than a sixth grade vocabulary and know who the President of the United States is. No, actually, that's a requirement. I refuse to speak to anyone of voting age that does not know the name of the President of the country they hold residence in. Seriously.
So... back to BondageMatch? Kidding. I can't really see Disney tied up and flogged by some strange Dom from internet world. Well... I have to think about that a little more =)
Once again, I will persevere and shuffle through this overloaded inbox in hopes that someone without facial tattoos, multiple children, or a need to "taste" me, will inevitably spark my interest. Is that too much to ask? No masochists, cannibals, or baby-daddies allowed.
Now, I understand this is probably deciphered by some super lengthy mathematical equation, however, I'm fairly certain the love of my life will not have a facial tattoo. No, wait, I'm sure of it. A facial tattoo is saying you know longer care to be a productive member of society. Even if I did fall for said guy my dad would shoot him before it could get passed 1st base. He's a "shoot first, ask later" kinda guy.
I'm also fairly sure my match will have more than a sixth grade vocabulary and know who the President of the United States is. No, actually, that's a requirement. I refuse to speak to anyone of voting age that does not know the name of the President of the country they hold residence in. Seriously.
So... back to BondageMatch? Kidding. I can't really see Disney tied up and flogged by some strange Dom from internet world. Well... I have to think about that a little more =)
Once again, I will persevere and shuffle through this overloaded inbox in hopes that someone without facial tattoos, multiple children, or a need to "taste" me, will inevitably spark my interest. Is that too much to ask? No masochists, cannibals, or baby-daddies allowed.
8.08.2012
Here we go again!
So, for the past 3 years and 10 months I was in love. I think. But, now that's over and it's time to start again. Weird, no? The truth is I'm pretty excited. Don't get me wrong, it's sad. I mean, I lost my best friend, my support pillar, and a ton of crafty inside jokes. Such is life and I'm a girl that can find the positive in anything.
So, how does this work again? Truth - I've never been very good at dating. My heart is hanging off my sleeve with one tattered thread and anyone can pull it off, toss it to the ground and smash it. That has to change. This time around I'm going to be smart, logical, realistic and picky. I'm going to be incredibly picky with any suitors I spend my valuable time with. In business I am known for being the level-headed problem solver so I need to bring that to my dating game.
The plan:
Dating Sites - never been a huge fan. However, this is a different time we live in. I'm not gonna meet my Mr. Right, or my Mr. Christian Grey for that matter, at church on Sunday or at the county fair. We live in a busy world and I like to be busy. I have a career to be proud of and I'm not willing to sacrifice it hunting for mates. So dating sites it is. Fast, efficient, and fast. I'm trying POF (that's Plenty Of Fish for you amateurs) at the recommendation of a trusted friend and fellow successful-women-no-time-for-nonsense lady. You can find her at JD...Maybe? if you'd like a good read.
Dates - Dating sites don't really work unless you actually go ON the dates, or so I'm told. Truth, I'm shy. You'd never guess that to meet me, but I am. Or I was! Not anymore. Time to be confident and self-assured (again like I would in my professional life) because that's exactly what I want from a suitor. It may be easier to flirt via email for weeks and weeks but that's not going to give me any good memories. *wink*
Me - I've had a couple months now to evaluate my failed relationship and get over it. One thing I realized quickly was me. Relationships take compromise and sacrifice and that's what I did. I don't regret this, however, it's time to focus on me. Now is the time to be selfish and make sure my needs are met before any other. Someday I'll be ready to go back into "compromise, sacrifice, relationship" mode, but for the moment, it is all about me.
Misc. - I'm ready for this to be difficult and complicated, but I'm also ready for fun and great stories for my not-single friends. Like I said, I'm excited! Not just for meeting new people and potential great guys, but I'm excited to learn more about me, 'cause I'm selfish...for now.
So, how does this work again? Truth - I've never been very good at dating. My heart is hanging off my sleeve with one tattered thread and anyone can pull it off, toss it to the ground and smash it. That has to change. This time around I'm going to be smart, logical, realistic and picky. I'm going to be incredibly picky with any suitors I spend my valuable time with. In business I am known for being the level-headed problem solver so I need to bring that to my dating game.
The plan:
Dating Sites - never been a huge fan. However, this is a different time we live in. I'm not gonna meet my Mr. Right, or my Mr. Christian Grey for that matter, at church on Sunday or at the county fair. We live in a busy world and I like to be busy. I have a career to be proud of and I'm not willing to sacrifice it hunting for mates. So dating sites it is. Fast, efficient, and fast. I'm trying POF (that's Plenty Of Fish for you amateurs) at the recommendation of a trusted friend and fellow successful-women-no-time-for-nonsense lady. You can find her at JD...Maybe? if you'd like a good read.
Dates - Dating sites don't really work unless you actually go ON the dates, or so I'm told. Truth, I'm shy. You'd never guess that to meet me, but I am. Or I was! Not anymore. Time to be confident and self-assured (again like I would in my professional life) because that's exactly what I want from a suitor. It may be easier to flirt via email for weeks and weeks but that's not going to give me any good memories. *wink*
Me - I've had a couple months now to evaluate my failed relationship and get over it. One thing I realized quickly was me. Relationships take compromise and sacrifice and that's what I did. I don't regret this, however, it's time to focus on me. Now is the time to be selfish and make sure my needs are met before any other. Someday I'll be ready to go back into "compromise, sacrifice, relationship" mode, but for the moment, it is all about me.
Misc. - I'm ready for this to be difficult and complicated, but I'm also ready for fun and great stories for my not-single friends. Like I said, I'm excited! Not just for meeting new people and potential great guys, but I'm excited to learn more about me, 'cause I'm selfish...for now.
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