What Women Want?

This blog is supposed/was supposed to be my personal opinions/life experiences on fashion, and the events that make up/degrade my life. Today, I’m feeling a little less selfish. I want to take some time away from the sidelines of the fashion industry and jump into this game called RELATIONSHIPS. I have more than a few cents on the subject. Labels aside; “dating”, “hookup”[insert: KILL ME] “gf/bf”.. Whatev the case may be.. Why is it that men/women are somewhat of the same species yet, completely and utterly do not understand one another at all? They say women are emotion driven, and men think logically. Well, what if the logical resolution to the problem IS emotion. Obviously, its emotion that is stemming this “logical” decree, isn’t it? Your decisions come from how you FEEL. Im just venting. Im analytical. If there is a conflict, one: I must have closure. Two: I must have answers, to every inquiry. Now. – maybe that part is just me. But I know most if this is exactly how every other girl feels. How many ENDless conversations have I endured with my girlfriends who just can’t escape the downward spiral…straight to his voicemail, or deter herself from random apartment drive by’s armed with the sole weapon/protection of a few (girl)friends and her mom on speed dial? Or how about the ever classic “his phone must have died..” It’s tough to witness the bff recluse inside her 1 bedroom with only the company of ben and jerry simply because her EMOTIONS are getting the best of her. Furthermore, it’s agonizing if you’re the one raping the pint of Half Baked and Cookie Dough because the only thing you want to do is eat, cry and stalk. Men want their cake, they want to eat it, and they want to spread it all over every hott , ill moraled woman in the city and eat it off them as well. Being “the man” in the relationship has its meaning, but it also has its boundaries. Yes, you may wear the pants, and yes, you may also pick them out. But I wear the skirt, and there’s a handbook on that too. Women need guys to be that “fatherly figure”. That security, that confidant, someone they can shop with, vent to, and gossip around when the screechy/overly dramatic/bias input of the gf’s is too overbearing. NOT someone who “calls the shots”. You have a penis, that doesn’t make you God. Yeah I get it. Guy’s night. Ok. And yes, im drunk, and probably redialing you a little more than is “sane”, but if the “off” button on your cell phone is some kind of medication to this situation, you are NOT a man. True, my emotional speech, and the 5th of soco I downed in the last few hours may be a little intruding on your voicemail, I still deserve the same amount of respect as if we’re sober face to face. And ok, maybe you have some other issues going on that demand your focus/(a.d.d. type of)attention and you just can’t be around for awhile. Whats the elucidation? Be aggressive, hostile, and BITCHy. Then she’ll totally get the point. Right? Men just don’t want to deal. They’re logical conclusion is to just STOP IT. TURN IT OFF. MAKE IT DISAPPEAR. You’re fucking genius guys. Because by doing that you won’t make an emotionally driven, excessively sensitive individual like a woman um I don’t know, PSYCHOTIC. The answer? COMMUNICATION. Converse your emotions. The #1 reason for divorce [unsurprisingly 50% in America] is lack of communication. If you are 100% positive that women rely too dependently on their feelings, then WHY would you try to negatively arouse them??? Next time there is something on that manly, bruiting chest of yours, Say It. The logical action would be to explain what’s really going on. She’ll get it, and it rescues you from the gaping black whole of bottomless arguments she’ll gladly seat you shotgun for. If the problem (girlfriend) persists, even after you’ve run out of different ways of explaining the same reason that things just aren’t “going to go her way right now”; then, in this case, you might actually have a legit crazy bitch on your hands. Run. And good luck. As for the rest of us, if a man isn’t willing to show you respect, and be genuine, he is as much of a man as he is worth your time. So before resending that text a third time, and completing all 10 slots of your outgoing call log (and his incoming) with identical numbers. Breathe. Just think, if he isn’t giving you the time of day/night (insert: RESPECT) to tell you what’s up, then why are you giving his voicemail/inbox/amusement of his friends the pleasure of making you the “that girl” joke of the moment? And guys, get over yourselves.

*you always catch more bees with honey ;)