the wrong side of the bed

i was at a party this weekend where people were playing drinking games (something called "flippy cup"). i was talking to two boys. i don't really remember how it got to the point that i was arguing with them because i hadn't intended to be arguing. when i am drunk i do tend to give boys a hard time because i feel less inclined to put up with bullshit. so, this is probably what was happening. i was probably asking too many questions about the rules of "flippy cup", but i don't know for sure. all of a sudden one of the boys said, "you like to argue." i said, "i guess, but i was just asking about the rules of flippy cup." one of the boys tried to get me to just play flippy cup but i said that i didn't want to play until i knew the rules.

anyway, next thing i know, one of the boys said, "whatever, hillary clinton."

Labels: fuck off, gender

in college, i learned about facial hair removal. when i was younger, i just thought that some women never had hair grow on their faces. i thought that because i did i was sort of gross. i didn't know the lengths women go through to be hairless. i suddenly knew people who melted, waxed, and used twirled strings to remove the hair above their lips. i also learned that some women have enough facial hair to really have a moustache. i read somewhere about women who deliberately let their facial hair grow. how did they get actual beards? the article i was reading just said they didn't use anything to remove hair. um, neither did i, but i didn't have even the creepiest of pubescent-boy-stache. but i am older now and things are getting out of control. i hadn't planned on doing anything about it, but i sort of feel it is getting to an all or nothing situation. i either want a goatee or a baby face. i am going to melt. i am going to put some horrible cream on my face that will dissolve the hair away. do you think it is the same stuff that is in dran-o?
(cute shirt stolen from this site.)

Labels: complaining, gender

yesterday at jon's apartment, his roommate's girlfriend asked if she could open a window or turn on the fan. she felt it was stuffy in the apartment. jon's roommate said, "of course you can. in this apartment, girls can do whatever they want." i said, "so i can do what i want?" "no," he said, "you aren't really a girl. well you aren't girly."

right. i suppose he wouldn't consider the fact that, while walking to their apartment, some guy screamed out his car window, "hey, you have a fat ass!" because people scream that at boys all the time.

Labels: complaining, fuck off, fucked up, gender, jon