Mixed Signals

They say that women are hard to read. Who is 'they' by the way? This huge group of people who know what's best? Anyway, I digress. But the common perception is that women are crazy. We don't say what we want, we send mixed signals, we are sooo confusing. Sorry to 'they' but I say bull shit! Yes we do sometimes change our minds, but it's usually for a reason. And it's usually a good reason. And we usually will say that reason. We don't want to date you after finding out that you kissed our friend, or we slept together and it was awful, or maybe you keep putting your friends before us. Maybe these reasons for wanting space are 'crazy,' but they seem logical to me. Men, for as tough and strong as they claim to be, are total cowards when it comes to them changing their minds and not wanting do something (like date or bring you flowers anymore). They can be passive aggressive and be suddenly 'busy' when they used to be free all the time. My personal view is that men are hunters. Biologically speaking it's true. So when the lion kills the zebra, it ain't gonna look at that zebra licking it's chops anymore. It might lazily turn it's head as the zebra walks by. But if a gazelle comes around? Suddenly the zebra is hungry again...Get my analogy? Women on the other hand don't get tired of the same lion after one meal. We may want that lion to shave his mane every once and awhile, but it's not appearance that honestly hinders desire-it's a lack of what women crave more than chocolate, trashy TV, shopping and mani-pedis: it's attention. Let me write that in capital letters to get my point across: ATTENTION! We need it, want it, crave it, have to have it. Give us that and we are yours forever. It's simple! But men, why do you always need a shiny new toy (that could apply to the new gadget, watch, car, or woman)? It's annoying and frustrating and mystifying all at once. And I know that I may not have much of a point by writing this, but for all the ladies out there (single, dating, married, whatever), I think will agree with me that we are tired of the 'crazy' label. Women know what they want and that doesn't change after they've eaten the zebra. After all, lionesses are the real hunters.

Dating Sucks....Or Does It?

I have a girlfriend who just got out of a long-term relationship. She is gorgeous, skinny, funny and kind. He just wasn't ready to settle down quite yet (blame it on the early 20s, everyone's gotta sow their wild oats). Anyway, so now she is single and dating and HATES it. Because she is still in love with her ex, I'm sure, but also because a lot of people are jerks or flakey or just blah. You all know what I mean, whether you're single and looking for love or just sex or you're coupled up, we have all been there. The guy who wants to split the check on the first date, the girl who spends 2 hrs talking about herself (oh really, your friend Amber just got bangs- that is so funny and interesting! Not! And another thing; I don't give a fuck about the goddamn Kardashians!), or maybe the guy or gal whom you have amazing sex with but don't even know their last name. Whoops! Truth is, we've all been there. We all have great hook-ups and bad ones (one kisser I remember was referred to as the lizard- not a good thing), but ultimately that's the name of the game. Dating is a game, like it or not. It's the game of "I want this" and "You want that" and lets not tell each other what we want and just figure it out. Naked. I hope my friend does at least find a cool STD-free guy to date while she's licking her wounds from the last boy who broke her heart. If anything, it's a fun distraction. Because you can't plan love, can't always recover from it, and can't hand-pick your "soulmate" (I hate that term, it's so anxiety-provoking; as if we don't have enough to worry about in life, now we must find the only person in the universe who will love us forever despite our penchant for wearing yellow skinny jeans, period-underwear for 30 days straight, and "forgetting" to shave for 3 months in winter). I digress, but the point is, love and sex and dating are 3 very different things- sometimes they crash into each other and sometimes they blend seamlessly. Planning love? Good luck girls and boys- it just happens.

Are We Wired to Pair Up, Or Does Society Push Every Homer to Have a Marge?

The age old question of nature vs. nurture applies to many things: kids turning into alcoholics or druggies (genetics or poor parenting), twins who are grow up to be a Harvard professor and a high school drop-out (despite being raised the same), or babies who were adopted into wonderful families and do amazing despite having biologically "bad genes." (aka mom was 14 years old and dad was her pedophile step-dad who shopped for groceries at the 7-11). Is it one or the other, or a mix of both? I tend to lean towards both genetics and one's environment shaping who they are. But I was wondering about marriage, kids and the whole white picket fence "American Dream" thing. If I was born in Iceland in 1940 would I still want to be a therapist and have a partner to watch "Family Guy" reruns with? Of course no because Seth McFarlane wasn't even born yet, but would I want to settle down if society had not drilled it into my head (since I was a little girl and was handed my first Barbie and Ken wedding set complete with the pink Corvette and dream house)?  ps- yes I was and still am a stereotypical spoiled white middle-class girl. Seriously though, I'm not quite sure. I did dream of getting married one day, to a perfect guy who would love me and make cute crying and poop-free babies with (a girl can dream). But I read so much and saw so many movies about love and marriage and how "how you must be pretty and grow up and marry and procreate or else life is meaningless!!" I honestly don't know what I would personally be like, but looking at cultures around the world, there are different patterns depending on where someone lives, the time period in history, and the culture/ethnicity. Biologically speaking, I do believe we are driven to partner up. Since the dawn of human life there were tribes and people were compelled to partner up. Of course we had to in order to survive as a species, but I think deep down we all need to feel like we belong, to either one person or a group of people. It's instinctual. When kids from rough families don't feel a sense of community or support, they turn to gang life because although it's brutal, it does offer that feeling of not being alone. Knowing that you are cared for by someone is incredibly gratifying and personally, while we may not be genetically bound to follow the step 1-2-3 of date-marry-procreate like society has told us to do, we are, as a species, inherently driven to not be alone. I don't want to be alone and I know that if I was not lucky enough to be with a great partner, I would want to surround myself with people whom I know love me: friends, family, co-workers, etc. Man is not an island. Homer does need a Marge. And if Marge decides she's had enough of his drinking and strangling Bart, he'll turn to Mo and Barney and even Flanders. Because we need to be with others. We may not be wired to pair up, but we are not wired to be alone. Loneliness sucks. Even more than NOT getting that life-size Barbie jeep for Christmas in 1995. (Sorry folks, I was a very materialistic child) But more than all that dumb Mattel crap I think the one thing that we all need for Christmas or birthdays or even after a rough day is just someone to be there with us. It's no fun sharing memories alone. I went on a trip to Europe after college as a present to myself. I saw the Parthenon in Greece, Big Ben in London, and trekked over southern England solo. It was fun and exciting and scary....and incredibly lonely. There's no one I can reflect on those memories with. Perhaps that's one last reason we partner up; so that when we are old and senile and sitting on the porch as wrinkled as tissue paper there will be someone sitting there with us. Someone to share our memories with, good and bad.