When girls go out, they prepare themselves.
They shave their legs, their underarms (and any other part of their body they think needs a good flick of the razor...), and they wash their hair, they style their hair. They look at their cosmetic case and make up their minds about whether it is worth it to have their face fall off if going out clubbing, or if they are having a slumber party for two - will it detract if it ends up all over the sheets or on the other partner?
Once that decision is made, it then becomes a matter of what one is to wear.
Hours can be spent negotiating the wardrobe, creating that outfit which will wow not only those with you - but also those watching you - with jealous eyes.
Don't even get me started on choosing a pair of shoes... do you go flats, which will make the dancing easier, or heels that make your butt and calves look better than your ex's current squeeze?
When our male counterpart goes out (now I am super generalizing here... if you are one of the few who thinks long and hard about your appearance... I am single) - they generally grab the nearest item of clothing off the floor that smells clean, and double score if it has no stains.
Yet, and herein lies the rub... due to what appears to be the over population of women in the western world - we have to accept these men as the crème of the crop.
The best we are able to get, as for some reason they believe they always look their best, and still expect us to go that extra effort to make us ourselves accepetable in their eyes.
When did this double standard appear? In the animal kingdom, it is the male counterpart who has to work for the affection of the female... so why do I have to work so hard to attract the attention of a male?
And when I do, he is not exactly the kind I would love to bring home to meet the mother.
They are either creepy stalker kind of men, or ones that just make no effort, and I wonder why I'm trying to bother at all.
But what is the solution? Stay forever single, grow old and start collecting cats?
Not exactly what I thought was in the cards for me.
So here is my plea - men step up your game, or else - It is time we women go on a man strike.
And then you're going to have to work mighty hard to gain my affection.
In other news, I have a new hair style
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| Too many people have thought this is my natural hair colour. Also, I have to learn to shut my wardrobe doors at some point. |
/end rant
