Girls are complicated creatures. I know it’s something men have been saying for years, but as I find myself getting older I’ve seen our sex for what they really are, complicated. Plain and simple. Men have been saying it for centuries, but maybe it is time for us girls to realize it too.
While I am not in the market for a girlfriend, I like the boys; I see what a quandary we present to the opposite sex or even the same sex. If a relationship is going to slow we get insecure thinking that he is not interested. If he tries to move to fast it is because he just wants to get in your pants and then dump you. Is there a middle ground? What exactly is the best pace to proceed?
I am not pretending to understand the entire dynamic of the dance that is dating, but come on, if I was a boy I would not put up with half the shit girls try to pull. For instance, my sister’s boyfriend sees her go berserk DAILY, and I am talking throwing stuff, screaming at the top of her lungs, slamming doors, and crying so loud the neighbors complain; yet he stays. Seriously I would have dumped her butt LONG ago, yet he stays. They say love is blind, but it must also be deaf and dumb.
Moving on to the way women are portrayed in the media. I find myself watching movies were the female characters are just downright stupid and irrational. “What do you mean you dated my best friend for a week back when you were teenagers? How could you do that to me?” Really? His response should be, “Are you mental? We didn’t even know each other!” all while waving his hands in her face because she’s crazy. Another part of the over reaction is they never allow the person they are accusing to explain.
Recently I watched Wild Target, I am probably going to ruin it now…sorry. Anyway, the lead female character is basically a thief and a con artist, lead male character is hired to kill her, but doesn’t. He protects her, despite the fact that it means for the first time he has failed at his job and now there are people who want him dead. Now I am not saying it was a selfless act, he seemed to be struck by her beauty, which is a superficial reason to save someone, but who am I to judge the male species. But I digress, they end up in a romantic relationship and like the little thief she is, combined with the fact that she is a noisy woman, the lead goes through his things, uncovering his hidden stash of target pictures and wouldn’t you know it her picture is there. She flips out, now I admit I would freak a bit too, but not as bad as she does. She immediately steals a gun that he also has hidden, a gift from his father for his first kill, and starts packing her stuff, all while the man is downstairs trying to redecorate because she thinks his house is drab. Long story short, she runs, but only after threatening to kill him. Now, once again I would have been a bit upset, but hey let me just run off into the dangerous world where there are killers who are not in love with me trying to kill me!
I think it just all boils down to need for drama in life because it distracts from the real problem, we as women are just too insecure as a whole. I am not pretending that I am not insecure, although I am told that I don’t seem it, I certainly am. There are days I don’t even want to show my face because I have had a bad breakout or my hair is sticking out at odd angles that just won’t be smoothed, but I do anyway because if I stayed home every time I had a bad hair day I would get fired and never leave my house. Maybe there should always be a little sign in our mirrors that say, “You’re beautiful!” or maybe no mirrors at all.
The reason for my little insightful rant about girls is the characters in my writing. I never want them to be weepy or overly clingy or heaven forbid idiots, but it’s hard to write drama without a heroine who sometimes acts like she is on heroin. I try to make them strong independent people, but it seems that they can’t be those things without being just a tad insecure. That being said, does being insecure actually benefit us sometimes?
To end this posting I would just like to say, if I was a boy I would probably be gay.