undoubled standards…areas where women still come out ahead…

on monday, while seated somewhat uncomfortably at what i hope to me my last graduation ever, i was informed by our school’s president that 57% of the degrees being presented that day were going to be presented to women…i thought this to be an astonishing accomplishment since i was sure i had only seen 17 women all year…but as has been discussed, i tend to block them out if their cups size falls below a passing letter grade…in any event, i marveled at how far the fairer sex had come and how quickly sexual equality had arrived in america…yessss(complete with side fist pull)…

so imagine my surprise when i pulled up our site on my trusty iphone to help pass the time and saw that our beloved resident christian louboutin expert had a slightly different take…apparently there are still some things that women just can’t seem to get away with and apparently being snarky is one of them…as my brain began to spar with itself, i couldn’t help but wonder…could they both be right…is it possible that women have arrived and been left behind at the same time…

i believe the answer is yes…and i stayed at a holiday inn express at some point in my life so you have to believe me…ahh…i see you pursing your lips…don’t worry, i have proof…here are some things that women can still get away with that we men cannot… Read more of this post

i want what i want…

“He’s just not my type.”  A friend relayed this simple, flat and very finite statement to me whilst my latest boy toy and I were trying to hook her up with one of his friends.  He was a great guy on paper- established, mature, kind, cute in his own way and most importantly, “Ready”.  My guy was trying to figure out what the problem was, but I didn’t question her decision at all.

In my last post, I casually mentioned that I had an appreciation for men of all creeds. Black, white, tan, purple…whatever.  I don’t care.  But make no mistake- that does not mean that I don’t have a type.  Race & Nationality notwithstanding, 95% of the men I’ve dated have all fallen under a certain category called HOT. I like three things in my men. A passable face (meaning he isn’t necessarily gorgeous or even cute honestly but he won’t scare my 2 year old nieces into nightmares), a hot body and some height. Everything else is negotiable. I’ll date an ugly-ish dude that is tall with some muscles before a scrawny pretty boy any day of the week. I’m a tiny woman. I need someone who can defend my honor. That’s attractive to me. Little people do not fit the bill. Read more of this post

caught in the rain…

A lot of my friends are married. As Onetrik pointed out yesterday, attending other people’s version of happily never after has become a rite of passage for most adults once they reach a certain age. And in 10 years so will divorces. One of my favorite exes “guys I used to date” told me about six years ago (shortly before his own trip down the rabbit hole wedding) the following nugget of impending disappointment: “Women always say they are single because they refuse to settle. Lola- everyone settles.”  Pffft! Not I, I thought! I will NEVER settle!

Fast forward a few years later. There I found myself with a guy- a nice guy. He was dependable. Attractive. Smart. And we had the sparks of an Olympic sized pool. I remember one day looking at him and wondering what was wrong with him me? Why was I so completely unexcited by him? Admittedly, his idea of romance was watching ‘Blart Mall Cop’ on dvd with the lights off, but overall he was boring a nice enough guy.  He was older, stable, career oriented, out of the party scene- all the things I had begun to look for as I started to hear my uterus screaming at me think perhaps marriage wasn’t as distasteful as I originally thought. But ultimately, the idea of spending the rest of my life watching paint dry doing unsexy time with this guy was proving too much for me to bear. I loved that he was a good guy, but I hated that he didn’t seem to enjoy life the way I did. Read more of this post