Or she's not! But
either way you won’t get it or accept it. Either way we women are screwed.
Screwed I tell ya! Nothing we do is ever satisfying enough. Yup, I know we've
heard this broken record from men about women before but I've got a few
recollections here to prove otherwise; and, well honestly, a call out to men
and women. Don't you think it's time we cut the crap? These sickening
dysfunctional mind games that put no one at ease at the end of the day?
What a ridiculous world we live in today where a woman’s feelings are not as valued as a man’s, but then again where in this world is a woman valued as much as a man? It becomes such a frustration when these double standard type situations arise and no one recognizes the significant impact they place upon societal standards and upbringing. Since when was romance biased? Only a beautified rush when a man conducts it and not when a woman?
What a ridiculous world we live in today where a woman’s feelings are not as valued as a man’s, but then again where in this world is a woman valued as much as a man? It becomes such a frustration when these double standard type situations arise and no one recognizes the significant impact they place upon societal standards and upbringing. Since when was romance biased? Only a beautified rush when a man conducts it and not when a woman?
Why is it welcome
with open arms when a man confesses his feelings for a woman but not the other
way around? If a girl merely expresses just a slight interest in a man who
appeared worth her valuable time she’s dubbed a “crazy, emotional, obsessive
stalker,” despite the fact that she really doesn’t do anything excessive. You
know, treats him normally, like a friend, says yes when he invites her, manages
to smile a little more when she’s around him, and enjoys his presence. Somebody
call the stalker police, all hell seems to have broken loose!
Now let’s take this
one step further. She’s interested, so by some unknown standard of some
invisible law, he automatically has to be turned off, right? Because apparently
men only want the chase. The mystery and confusion of the elusive character
they mistakenly called woman. The sad truth is most
of us women are pretty straightforward and decent, we just run around in
circles trying to comprehend the elusive creature called man. But see here’s the first piece of crap we need to cut. I don’t
believe this whole “men are from Mars women are from Venus” shpeel. At the end
of the day we are both human, living on this poor earth that has enough damage
and suffering. Why must we add on to that with such ridiculously petty useless
games? We are people with hearts and minds and all we have to do is just use
them. But we don’t…or most don’t.
Just last week I
spent an evening at Starbucks enjoying a warm summer-like breeze. After a good
ten minute inside out search of my purse I came to accept the fact that I
really did forget my headphones at home and so I had to settle for the musical
tunes of the various conversations each surrounding table was having. The two
older Persian men in front of me were having a heated debate—only bits of which
I understood thanks to the similarities between Arabic & Farsi and the fact
that it was being drowned out by the obnoxiously loud women on the adjacent
table. Then there was that one girl, sitting at the table behind me, deeply
engrossed in the phone conversation she was having.
“I’m just like you
Jason. We’re two peas in a pod!” She let out a small laugh before continuing. “Except
different sexes. So honestly if you like her then just tell her. I mean she’s
shown interest in you as well, so what’s the problem?” Suddenly I was intrigued.
Were my ears deceiving me or was there a man out in this 21st
century struggling to confess his feelings for a woman, wishing she would end
his misery and confess first? Ah what a concept! But dear sir, when we do such
things you do not rejoice!
However, back to our original
non-Renaissance scenario. So a woman is into a man, and he’s freaked out—just
by that mere fact—and he slips into his awful moody rejection phase and either
says no or acts it. (Look, I get it if she’s seriously stalking you, plotting
out your wedding day after you just met, and already talking like you two are
something, I definitely suggest running. I would do the same. But the bottom
line is most women are really not like that, but most men take every damn nice
thing a woman does as overkill. We women will forever suffer from a rare form
of male PTSD.) Now our scenario girl has to move on and abandon the hopes her heart couldn’t
help but generate. Her interests and feelings are of no real value because,
well, she’s a woman.
If it was the other
way around (which it has been in my and many other women’s cases) and the woman
says no, we’ve sinned. We’ve made a stupid decision and rejected an opportunity
we may never receive again—like these men were just doing us a favor. And you know
what, those men actually treat us that way. At first our rejection is laughed
off, denied, then they try again and the sly backhanded compliments come out.
So then when we try and defend our dignity and well-deserved self-respect we
are dubbed b*****s with attitude problems. Ridiculous! Those kinds of b*****s
you don’t want? Just the cold Kardashian looking vixens?
It’s far worse when
we are reprimanded by other women for
not having mutual interests in those men. “Why did you say no to him?” she
asked as we stood still in the bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 101 Freeway. “He
and I are not compatible with each other. I don’t look for love but rather a
man I can envision my life with now and in the future. He’s not the one I see.
Not my type.” She wasn’t impressed. “So?” she asked. I nodded my head as I looked away
from her and back at the sea of red lights before me. I was nodding not in
approval of her but rather in acceptance that this is the sad reality we are
sinking in. In my head I wondered why every man I ever desired couldn’t just
say the same thing. “So what if I am not attracted to her? Into her? Or her
type? Let’s throw caution to the wind and give her a shot anyway?”
The funny thing is,
from my experience, every man I had to politely decline was someone that I not
only couldn’t envision my life with but someone that started to trail down that
stalkerish, obsessive, controlling, flawed path. You know,
messages six times a day, consistent attempts to try and change my stubborn
refusal, creepy sudden awareness of my personal life, etc. So our rejection
reasons were legitimate, but it leaves us women wondering: when we don’t take those disturbing paths
ourselves with the men we are attracted to, what inspires them to head the
other way? And what on earth attracts the shady characters to camp out in our
way?
Is it because
suddenly we can manage an unconscious Kardashian vixen cold front with the men
we are absolutely turned off by? So they want us now? Because suddenly we
appear like a chase-able alpha female? And then the men we do find intriguing,
the ones we give time and space and wait for them to make a move, what? They mysteriously
have some sort of sonar that senses the internal vibe of attraction we make
such an effort to hide?
Here are my final wise
words of venting. I believe in that Golden Rule: Treat people the way you want
to be treated. Honestly I take it as literally as it could possibly be taken.
The man that I don’t want to hear from, I can’t help but desire not talking to him. Especially after I
made that fact clear and he doesn’t seem to comprehend it despite the number of
years senior he is to me. And the man that I am intrigued by, that I’ve
maturely deduced as a potentially decent value to life, well I can’t help but
desire to communicate with him. And by communicate I certainly don’t mean
hourly text messages, bombarding emails and surprise appearances at events I
found out about through his Facebook
wall. I mean just slowly getting to know him, trying to get together through
social events and projects because the desire to see him will be natural, and
just enjoying the passage of time with him till we reach whatever destiny has set for
us.
(Unfortunately) she’s
just that into you, and at the end of this 21st century day, you
just may not be damn well worth it after all because you probably won't care.