To all you ladies who get hollered at. To all you men who holler at a bitch.

As much as I love hearing, “damnnn!” when I walk down the street, it pisses me off royally. Because I feel judged. I’d like to think I could walk around and do my thing without my appearance being judged. But for women, this is impossible. If I am scrubbed out and lookin’ not-so-perty (particularly on Sunday morning hangover days), I’m probably being judged by men rather than going unnoticed (which I’d prefer).

Because of this, I am constantly aware that I am a sexual being. Because of this, I feel like I need to wear makeup, look skinny, and wear the best possible outfit at all times.

It’s not insecurity. It’s more of a forced awareness of my physical self. And this is what pisses me off about being a women.

Of course, I could use this to my advantage… I could use my body to get basically anything I want… free drinks, a job, a boyfriend, free shit… But that would be pussying out. It would be way too easy.

I guess we ladies should accept this shitty situation as a challenge…  looking good is so much more empowering with the brains to back you up.

Would you be more pissed if your partner cheated emotionally? Or sexually? Which one would put you over the edge enough to break-up? A study I found (Forgiveness or breakup: Sex differences in responses to a partner’s infidelity, by Todd K. Shackel, David M. Buss, and Kevin Bennett) says men and women respond differently to their partners’ infidelity. Men think it’s more disturbing when their women cheat sexually than emotionally. Women think it’s more disturbing when their male partners cheat on them emotionally. Men are more likely to break it off with their female partners when they cheat sexually and vice versa for women and their male partners. The authors suggest maybe this difference is based on evolution. When humans began, men wanted to find women who would carry their babies and spread their genes. Women wanted to find men who had the resources to take care of them and their offspring. (Things haven’t changed much, huh?) Now, let’s say a cavewoman cheats on her caveman sexually. If she gets knocked up by this new guy, her caveman now has to wait 9 months to spread his seed. That sucks for him. If she cheats emotionally, that doesn’t really change much for the caveman. On the other hand, let’s say a caveman cheats on his cavewoman sexually. If he gets these other women knocked up, that doesn’t really matter for his wifey. But if he cheats on her emotionally, he may invest more of his time hunting for his new gal, which leaves Mrs. Cavewoman and her babies depleted of resources. What do ya think?

I’m not gonna lie, I miss the days when friends would just show up at my door without the text! I’m guilty of it too though. Ours is a strange generation because we can clearly remember life before cell phones, text messages, caller ID, internet, etc. Now even little kids have cell phones. When was the last time somebody just showed up at your door, unexpectedly?

When I go to a friend’s house, I usually give them a, “I just left my house!” text followed by a, “I am at your house” text. Why are we so afraid to ring the doorbell/knock?

As much as I would love to return to the good ol’ days, I guess I have to accept that times are changin’ and go with it. I have to admit, though, I hate facebook, instant message, and text messages, although I am addicted to this new and strange form of socialization. I especially hate how things get misinterpretted. “Look, Rachel… look at this text message he sent me. He only added one exclaimation mark instead of two. He must not be into me.” Shit like that. Stupid shit like that. Oh, and I hate these kinds of misinterpretation: “this isn’t working.” (Our relationship? Or the phone?) What about this one I got recently on facebook from this DB I haven’t talked to in four years… “Hey baby. I’m drunk. Do you want to hook up?” Ew. Just some advice. Humor doesn’t come out right and neither does flirtation. A question mark is not sexy. 

Okay. Text messages are useful in some situations. When you have just a simple question: “what time is the party,” or statement: “I’ll call you back later. I’m in class.” That works. Sometimes, you just can’t talk. And sometimes, you don’t want to accidentally start a conversation with a chatty person. 

Anyway, just a rant. Maybe I’ll fight the urge and just show up next time. 

I just watched a horrifying episode of the show, Autopsy. A woman went to a medical examiner to prove that she wasn’t the cause of death for three of her children. She lost a baby daughter to SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) while sleeping with her. Two years later, she had twin boys. She got drunk with a friend one night and went to sleep with the babies. They died of SIDS. Of course, the cops and society interrogated her and made it out like she killed them. The medical examiner did autopsies and found out there is no genetic proof that the babies died in any other way than by her rolling over in her sleep and accidentally suffocating them. I feel horrible for the woman! But I do wonder why she slept with the twins after having lost a child in the same way. The truth it, people just shouldn’t sleep with their babies. Check this out and learn the facts if you have an infant or plan on ever having children. Don’t ever keep stuffed animals or pillows or blankets near the infant’s face while they sleep. And babies should sleep on their backs! Sleeping with your baby can be a bonding/comforting experience, but it’s not worth it!