Stop being catty. You’re not a cat.

I don’t understand females…and I am one. 

We size each other up worse than heterosexual guys do when we walk in a bar (or in a classroom, the gym, a public pool, whatever). I think that’s kind of sad. What we should be doing, in my opinion, is uplifting each other. If you like the dress a girl has on, tell her! That requires much less work than jealously talking shit about her having an awesome dress to your friend who probably doesn’t care. Also…

You might not be the hottest one in the room. But it’s all good! 

Sometimes it’s hard to look really hot. It takes a lot of prepping such as: working out, doing your hair, and making sure your make up doesn’t make you look like Paulette from Legally Blonde, all while simultaneously figuring out something appealing to wear.

Embrace the fact that you’re not the hottest one. You can relax a little bit. Enjoy your beer more (or cranberry vodka if you’re into that) instead of worrying about if the seemingly attractive guy in the corner of the bar who’s been checking you out all night is scrutinizing your every move…or if he knows you forgot to shave the back of one leg. 

While you’re enjoying yourself and your beer more, you may actually have more fun. Which means you may have less time to focus on the other ladies in the bar checking out the seemingly attractive guy in the corner. AND you may have so much fun that another–and more attractive man–decides to go talk to the girl (that’s YOU) who’s having an awesome time with her friends and drinking a cool craft beer

I don’t know how this turned into a “how to get a man” post because it’s not. And you don’t need an attractive man to make you feel good about yourself as a capable and talented woman.

My plea, ladies, is that we begin empowering our gender. We have to lend a hand to each other because it’s difficult being a woman in 2013. For every negative comment that pops in your head about another female, I challenge you to think of 3 positive attributes said female possesses. And don’t make excuses. (By the way, I’m accepting this challenge also.) 

“Fighting is essentially a masculine idea; a woman’s weapon is her tongue,” said Hermione Gingold. Let’s prove Hermione wrong. 



The Difference Between a Feminist and a…

Bones to pick. Bones to pick everywhere. 

I love being a woman. As much as I hate the following tasks at times, I take pride in my appearance. Shaving my legs can be annoying and painful; painting my nails can be messy and mundane; curling my eyelashes can turn into a horrible experience (side note: I don’t recommend doing so while driving).

Not all women shave their legs, do their nails OR curl their eyelashes. No worries. Make yourself happy. My beauty rant isn’t about beauty at all though. I am a feminist, and I’m proud to say I am. Usually when I say this out loud, I get one of two responses:

Response A: “That’s really cool. What makes you a feminist?”

(Actual interest and curiosity pervades with these words.)

Response B: “Oh wow. Are you really? I would have never guessed that about you.” 

(Usually this isn’t a positive response; sometimes I can hear a sense of mockery through these words.)

In its basic definitive form, a feminist believes that genders are equal. I believe that a woman and a man should be allowed to do anything his/her heart desires. There should be no boundaries–even if something seems “physically impossible.” If it is one’s free will to accomplish a goal that seems otherwise impossible, you go for it. You have my support in most cases.

I am not a man-hating, pessimistic and crass woman. There are so many negative connotations connected to the word “feminist.” It’s not fair, in my opinion. (Side note: I love men.) Like anything, I believe that to form an opinion, one should research and derive an opinion based on facts and convictions, which is what I have done throughout the last 5 months of my life.

If a woman wants to pursue a profession, that should be acceptable and supported just as if a man was pursuing the same profession. She should be able to be a caregiver for her husband and children if her heart desires; she should be able to prove her dedication to a company if she desires to become the CEO of a Fortune 500. There should be no limitations.

I’m not a bitch. I have my off days (not due to my menstrual cycle, by the way) and I deal with them just like anyone else does while juggling life. There are pressures everywhere we turn; why should I feel more simply because I describe myself as being a feminist?