It’s about 4AM on the evening of January 3rd, So I guess technically that makes it January 4th. But as far as I’m concerned, it isn’t tomorrow until I’ve officially put today tonight to sleep. Sadly for me, I can’t sleep. Probably because I didn’t finish my blog for the day and I feel shitty about being a mere three days into this venture and already behind.
I could just try to come up with a quick easy one… “I’m grateful for diet coke” or some shit, and throw it up there so I have something; but if it’s not gonna be meaningful there really is no point. Not that I’m not grateful for diet coke, I am, but what I had really wanted to talk about earlier today was girlfriends. Not any one in particular, my friends are all so special in different ways; as exemplified in my piece from yesterday. But girlfriends as a whole…
Let me begin by saying this: Girlfriends are one the most valuable and yet under-appreciated commodities we as girls will ever come by. We know we need each other; it’s pretty fucking clear. If you’re a girl, at some point there is gonna be some loser of a guy who’s gonna hurt your feelings and you’re gonna want to throw a tantrum in a bar, get black-out-pee-your-pants-drunk, and send a slew of angry text messages. This, however, is not something one can do one one’s own…. I mean what would be the fun in that? You NEED friends with cameras to take pictures of you sobbing into your corona and then post them on facebook so you can really see how absurd you were for being so upset! But then what happens when that very loser texts at 3AM, how quick are we to leave? We blow off our girlfriends for boyfriends at a moments notice and for what? Are they even grateful? The boys, I mean. Do they not blow US off for each other all the time? Where are our priorities?!?
I’m not an expert on psychology or anthropology, but I do have a theory. I think as women we interpret our self-worth to be in direct proportion to what guy wants us. Along with this theory I am of the belief that it’s not our fault; it’s how we’re raised.
Here’s an example:
Look at the way men talk to their sons, “Live your life, your oats, find a nice girl when you’re good and ready.” Take this, vs. the way women talk to their daughters, “Who’s gonna buy the cow….”
I remember having several conversations of this nature with my friend, Jessica in high school. We ended up falling out shortly after graduation which was devastating to me at the time, but looking back makes perfect sense as she was a classic victim of this mentality. She completely defined beauty in terms of what the boys thought. I, on the other hand, couldn’t get a date to save my life at that age, and was therefore forced to develop other measures for my self-worth.
I’m not saying I don’t fall prey to this sort of thing at times, especially in college. I am guilty every aforementioned crime against girlfriends and more; including the one where you badmouth a girl because the guy I wanted preferred her. There’s nothing productive about mistreating and undervaluing each other in this way. We’re not cows!! And even if we were, are there really not enough boys to go around?
I could go on on and on about this but in an effort to introduce some brevity into my writing I’m gonna stop. Besides, I believe my point has been made, has it not? So in conclusion to all of this, I want to let every girl out there who has generously given her time and care to getting through rough shit know that I love you and I’m grateful for you.
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