The real reason we don't like girls
"I don't get you. You never lose yourself in anything, you have no hobbies, you don't collect anything. You're never crazy about anything other than TV or your stupid boyfriends. You never forget time, you never curse, and you never interrupt conversations to tell a funny story."
This male journalist is disappointed with the opposite sex. I agree.
Back when I was younger, stupider and even more willing to judge people by their taste than I am now, I used to work part time at a video store. Night after night I was forced to watch couples try to agree on which movie to choose.
I could smell the types from far away. Boy suggests film. Girl sulks.
We're not talking advanced avant-garde here. Not Tarkovsky, no Bunuel, no Greenaway. Whitnail & I, Ghost Dog or Welcome to the Doll House would do.
And sure enough; boy caves in, every time. Frustrated I stood by as Costner or Bullock passed over the counter.
Why, I cried desperately to the universe. Why do cute, fun, intelligent guys prefer girlfriends with anti-taste?
The question drove me insane. I saw the best men fall for Oprah's slaves. When I was dumped for a girl who had never even heard of Taxi Driver, I finally hit bottom.
By that time I had suffered through Hong Kong action even though I could not tell the difference between hero and villain. I had listened to fusion till my ears bled. I had investigated the history of progressive rock with ardent enthusiasm. I had read about hooligans sucking out the eyeballs of policemen's heads and stubbornly defied the urge to vomit in order to learn to appreciate the hint of petroleum in a manly single malt.
All this pain to no avail. The competition wins on walk-over.
Why do guys settle for girlfriends who don't share their interests? Well, maybe they have different priorities. Maybe it has to do with easy access to something unspeakable - and possibly the dream of being in a relationship with no contest for the prize of best brains. I don't know.
What I dear say, however, if I try to be honest, is that the reason for girls like me saying that our own sex is boring might be that the hard work; the blood, the sweat and the tears we have put in to make ourselves interesting- is so bitterly wasted. Like pearls before swine.
With this confession in mind - is it kosher to think that girls are boring?
I'm not claiming that there are no spirited women around. But if one were to draw interesting people from a hat, the chance - for me - of finding an interesting guy would be immensely greater.
If my interests (pathetically) originated in my tactical maneuver to approach a male taste-universe, it might not be unnatural that I accordingly distanced myself from seeing girls as sources of information that I crave.
I tried to become a boy, and in the process I acquired the attitude towards girls I wished boys would have.
Maybe things are considerably different where you are. All around me, I'm surrounded by amazing, diverse, spirited, talented and exceptional (all of them, yes) women. And nearly 90% of us are single.
The issue in Europe (and NZ, I recall) is: where are the men who actually want to hang out with these crazy creatures?
Not a single one of us single girls is willing to put up with a man more dense than she. We each want someone who brings something to the table (not necessarily literally - one womans hubbie is a househusband!) to keep us interested. We each want someone with whom to grow, but who will also grow and diversify on their own accord, following their own whims.
So. Where are these guys of whom you speak?
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