definitely how i’m feeling today.
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
doug bought a laptop so now we can both sit on the couch side by side, browsing the internet, ignoring each other <3
A gentle reminder that NO ONE is allowed to tell you what you can wear. You’re a fat girl who likes leggings? Fantastic! You like mixing prints? Do it up! You like crop tops? Awesome! You like to dress modestly? You do that! You do not have to dress “for your size” or in “flattering” clothes. You don’t have to wear specific colors or patterns or silhouettes. You should wear what catches YOUR eye, makes YOU feel great, and you know what? Fuck what ANYONE else may think. Also relevant: you’re TOTALLY entitled to not like what someone else is wearing. but while you’re welcome to your opinion, remember that it’s just that: a) yours, and b) an opinion! Making fun of someone for what they choose to wear is 100% NEVER COOL! Hey, this is relevant because today’s challenge for #fmsphotoaday #fmsphotoadaymay is #shape. There’s so many different shapes and sizes of bodies, and they’re all super awesome!
Because he’s a man. Because this is a man’s world that we live in. Because of the axis of dick.
Your professor will not be happy with you if he says the Stanford Prison Experiment shows human nature and you say it shows the nature of white middle class college-aged boys.
Like he will not be happy at all.
And do you know how many times as a psychology student I have had to bite my tongue on this exact same thing? Holy hell.
Yes, real life situations like Abu Ghraib help support this theory
I CAN’T TELL WHO’S BEING SARCASTIC AND WHO’S NOT
SO WE FINALLY try to use our bbq and it won’t light properly. AGH