Having stated the former disclaimer I'd like to say a few things to the denser members of the male gender. This country may not have fraternities but we certainly have frat boys. You know who they are. These immature shallow creatures who in no way deserve to be called men and whose lives are so much poorer for the lack of an Arabic equivalent for the phrase 'Dude, score' need to know a few things. It annoys the hell out of me when a male acquaintance gives the most idiotic explanations for female behavior. I'd like to shed light on a few things for the less astute of the opposite gender.
- Yes you are vain, and yes this song is about you.
- In what universe is your watching some lesbian porno with a sad title like Julia Pleaser: Et tu Bootay perfectly natural but my enjoying the soft-core gayness of Queer as Folk 'gross'?
- I will watch Roman Holiday and Sleepless in Seattle curled around a tissue box, and I will also enjoy the gore-encrusted Oz and numerous wartime movies; just because you're afraid to be multi-dimensional and cross gender lines doesn't mean I am.
- Dropping my pen/bag/books is not dropping trou, I am not asking for your attention. My being a klutz does not mean you're anything special.
- When you walk by a cluster of girls and giggles emerge, it's entirely possible that it's about that thing whatshername did the other day and that we didn't even register your presence.
- When I make eye contact with you, I am not flirting.
- When I smile at you, I am not flirting.
- When I am friendly to you, I am not flirting.
- When I am flirting, 99 out of a 100 it's got less to do with you than you think.
- My flirting with you does not in anyway mean I am a) head over heels in love with you, b) taking it seriously, or c) in heat.
- Probably I'm 'just not that into you' either.
- When you assume, you make an ass out of you.
- Just because I pretend to be oblivious doesn't mean that I am.
- The heckling is not attractive; it's merely a minor annoyance that I grudgingly put up with.
- When I pretend I don't hear you, what I am really saying is 'step off asshole'. Neither ignoring you nor replying should be misconstrued as an invitation to continue. Asshole.
That is all, and again I apologize to all the guys who don't fall under the fratboy category, which I'm sure are many.
2 comments:
You go, girl! ( and I almost never say that!)
My favorite post of yours, hands down! You perfectly summed up the female experience in kuwait!
I was driving down Gulf Road tonight. I happened to be wearing a hat (a beret-like hat).. anyway, these frat boys stop next to me at the light and proceed to humiliate me by screaming cat calls at me with their heads hanging out the windows! Then, they opened their doors on my side, crossed their legs and put their fists to their chins like they were contemplating me or something! And they just sat and stared! through this long a** light!
.... oh yeah, that gets me all hot and bothered everytime....
morons.
Forneus Nothing brought this on but the annoying maleness of some people, no offense. It's not maleness; I just call it that for want of a better word. The story is not at all stupid, in fact it's lovely. Your J is a lucky lady, as are you. Lucky, not lady. ;P
Krispy Thank you. I'll tell no one of it then. :) And I truly empathize. Long ago I started to censor what I wear just to avoid that ilk, which is not at all fair. These days I naturally express my nonconformist self through a conformist wardrobe, but it bothers me that it didn't start as a choice and that anyone should feel that they half to. Guys can be such jerks, truly.
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