It’s official. The female relationship bible has condemned traditional romance and monogamy. Cosmo now claims that more women then ever are cheating on significant others. (This is if you can find someone that wants to be mutually exclusive.) But, who can really blame these women when all anyone seems to care about anymore is getting more. We are a generation of the “gimmie, gimmie, gimmie” mentality. We want to take as much as possible and gratify ourselves to the point of morality exploding. Self-respect, hurled right out the window for a nice piece of ass. Please pardon my candidness. But, I believe the blunter I am the better.
This type of behavior makes me want to smack these people over the head with a whack-a-mole mallet. Where is the depth and character that makes up being human? Have most of us decided that animal instincts dominate wit? Are those of us that value healthy intact relationships doomed to walk the earth disappointed and disillusioned? My sources sadly point to yes.
Real change only occurs when a person chooses to take action and responsibility for poor decisions. This lady has been hurt time and time again. So much so, that at times life seems completely dismal and pointless. I think this is a totally normal reaction to the lack of caring in the world today. How can anyone have a Disney-animated sing-song happy attitude 24/7 with bad vibes in the very air we breathe? I wouldn’t be surprised if these negative toxins floating around cause much ill will.
Not that relationships are in any way easy. Human interaction takes a good deal of effort. And it really doesn’t matter what type of relationship you form with a person it will take effort to sustain it. Really caring about someone is a choice. In a perfect world a person might find someone who ‘gets them’ and then reap the benefits. Read any sort news and you will discover the world is far from perfect.
People lie. There is an actual study that claims a person will lie an average of two to three times in a ten minute conversation. Why? Because women like to make people feel good and men like to make themselves look better. The moral of my story is to be yourself. I don’t want to hear what someone thinks I want to hear.
Being able to have a healthy relationship with anyone begins at being able to be honest with them and more importantly yourself. It requires you to respect yourself. The minute you can look yourself in the mirror and truly like the reflection is the moment of clarity needed to find that special connection. And I don’t just mean romantically. A true friend is not going to ‘cheat on your friendship.’ The friend that can show tact in your interaction, that can communicate openly and freely without jabs at your character, that loves you for your faults and shortcomings, and that works to stay a part of your life… that is a pure and true relationship.
It is this model relationship that has the potential to transcend into a loving romantic endeavor. This is why I believe Cosmo is onto something and this should be a wake-up call to us all. If you are not capable of being a loving friend don’t expect to be capable of being a loving like-partner. Love and acceptance does not come from meaningless sex and trying to use this as a catalyst into a relationship will only get you burned. Inside and quite possibly out.
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” – Dr. Suess
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Oh Women!
As one of my classy and refined role models, Sher, from Clueless boldly states “I’m surfing the crimson wave.” Amazing how an east coast Barbie can partake in an all-inclusive female worldwide extravaganza. In light of this oh so mood altering occasion I would like to take the opportunity to fire my uterus.
I think most of us would agree that the essence of womanhood requires an extraordinary amount of patience. But, some of us don’t want to surf anymore. This lady would revel in a life void of recurring bodily sporting events. It’s like every month or so some agitated egg (not given the chance to blossom into mini me) wreaks havoc. I’m convinced it takes on a very aggressive and hostile personality. Obviously a laid-back sweetheart, my temple will not tolerate violence. Kicking and screaming the whole way my number one enemy is expelled.
This process leaves me tired, annoyed, and in diapers. Well, I think dear reader you get the gist.
Women deserve to be treated like the amazing people that they are. The pure determination and persistence in exsisting within a body that wears and tears month in and month out is something to write home about. Is it too much to ask for a little understanding? For a little compassion? For the intelligence to keep ones mouth shut at all times?
Let’s face it. Women are a big deal. And this simple fact becomes lost in the utter disrespect our younger generations have for one another. I am no ones ‘Bitch.’ If I wanted to be a female dog I might just have to stab myself in the arm with a pencil, ensue lead poisoning, physically die… and then will myself to reincarnate into a pit-bull… so I could then sink my jaws straight into the ass of the offender who started me on this downward spiral.
Wake up World. It’s time to bring the R back into R E S P E C T! My advice, find some wonderful woman, some stressed out looks like her eyes are bulging straight out of her head real woman, and say ‘Thank you for being you!”
“Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.” ~Lorraine Hansberry
I think most of us would agree that the essence of womanhood requires an extraordinary amount of patience. But, some of us don’t want to surf anymore. This lady would revel in a life void of recurring bodily sporting events. It’s like every month or so some agitated egg (not given the chance to blossom into mini me) wreaks havoc. I’m convinced it takes on a very aggressive and hostile personality. Obviously a laid-back sweetheart, my temple will not tolerate violence. Kicking and screaming the whole way my number one enemy is expelled.
This process leaves me tired, annoyed, and in diapers. Well, I think dear reader you get the gist.
Women deserve to be treated like the amazing people that they are. The pure determination and persistence in exsisting within a body that wears and tears month in and month out is something to write home about. Is it too much to ask for a little understanding? For a little compassion? For the intelligence to keep ones mouth shut at all times?
Let’s face it. Women are a big deal. And this simple fact becomes lost in the utter disrespect our younger generations have for one another. I am no ones ‘Bitch.’ If I wanted to be a female dog I might just have to stab myself in the arm with a pencil, ensue lead poisoning, physically die… and then will myself to reincarnate into a pit-bull… so I could then sink my jaws straight into the ass of the offender who started me on this downward spiral.
Wake up World. It’s time to bring the R back into R E S P E C T! My advice, find some wonderful woman, some stressed out looks like her eyes are bulging straight out of her head real woman, and say ‘Thank you for being you!”
“Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.” ~Lorraine Hansberry
Friday, January 2, 2009
Barbie's New Story
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Years Day.”
Every morning I find a message. A quote that will guide me, express my emotions, and even give me confidence and clarity. What better way to begin a New Year then by taking Edith Lovejoy Pierce’s advice. With each passing age and each drop of that gigantic crystal ball we embark on the next chapter of our very own epic tales. If you are a person like me you tend to need that blank and unknown space.
I was considering creating some recap of last year. But then I thought about my personal ‘Opportunity Novel’. And I realized this is 2009 and I will probably have many pen-worthy things to blog about. I mean who am I trying to kid, there’s always something.
I want to begin my story with a dedication. Every good author knows that it is the people in their life that inspire literary genious. These people provide the action, the adventure, the drama, and even the mundane scene of brushing ones teeth. These people cheer for you, love you, respect you, and hope for the very best. I dedicate my life to my family and very close friends. It is because of these very people that I here happy and healthy in 2009. I hope that each and every one of these special individuals, who know who they are, truly understand how much I appreciate them.
As I’m sure was expected I have constructed a completely sappy introduction to my quarter of a century year. I look forward to what is in store.
“I’m Straight Shooting you are damn Tootin!’ -Barbie
Every morning I find a message. A quote that will guide me, express my emotions, and even give me confidence and clarity. What better way to begin a New Year then by taking Edith Lovejoy Pierce’s advice. With each passing age and each drop of that gigantic crystal ball we embark on the next chapter of our very own epic tales. If you are a person like me you tend to need that blank and unknown space.
I was considering creating some recap of last year. But then I thought about my personal ‘Opportunity Novel’. And I realized this is 2009 and I will probably have many pen-worthy things to blog about. I mean who am I trying to kid, there’s always something.
I want to begin my story with a dedication. Every good author knows that it is the people in their life that inspire literary genious. These people provide the action, the adventure, the drama, and even the mundane scene of brushing ones teeth. These people cheer for you, love you, respect you, and hope for the very best. I dedicate my life to my family and very close friends. It is because of these very people that I here happy and healthy in 2009. I hope that each and every one of these special individuals, who know who they are, truly understand how much I appreciate them.
As I’m sure was expected I have constructed a completely sappy introduction to my quarter of a century year. I look forward to what is in store.
“I’m Straight Shooting you are damn Tootin!’ -Barbie
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