Women Don't Secretly Hate Anything

 

I just read an article on MSN by author Isabella Sylvester entitled  “23 Things Women Secretly Hate About Being A Woman”    

23 Things Women Secretly Hate About Being A Woman (msn.com)

 

News Flash…. Not a single one of these 23 items is a secret!  As women, we have not been quiet about how we feel about any of this! 

 

First on the list  “The Assumption that if I’m making polite chitchat than I must be flirting” .   True!  We are annoyed by this, however, is this not partially our own fault?  How many times have we liked a guy and made a plan to get close with the chitchat/flirt scheme?  Guys are not stupid, Ladies, they know what we’re doing and they have it happen so much it becomes a norm to them.   We created the monster and now we complain? 

 

Being told to smile -  this one I agree with.   Sometimes we just don’t’ want to smile.  We are deep in thought, or we are having a bad day.  We are sad, or we simply have that dreaded RBF (Resting Bitch Face).  That is OUR business, just leave us alone to whatever it is we are going through.  Telling us to “smile” is not helping in any way at all so move along and leave us be.  

 

Being physically weaker than men -  this makes perfect sense when it comes to protection.  There are some men out there who like to use their strength to control.  Those men are dicks.

 

Don’t feel safe walking alone at night -  TRUE!  Its creepy!  You feel so exposed and vulnerable and though its not talked about, I believe there are a lot of men who feel the same way.

 

Periods – Yeah… they suck. 

 

Assume we are good at cooking and cleaning -  just like we assume men are good at sports and fixing cars.     

 

Being initially judged by my looks and appearance as opposed to my personality and skills -  okay, I have to admit that while I agree on this,  I also know that most people will see you first and immediately start forming an opinion/judgement based on every experience they have had in life up to that point.  That is just a fact.  At this point it is up to you to bring your game to the table and win them with your skills and personality.  

 

The assumption that I can control my emotions. -  I’ve said this a thousand times and there are women all over the country who will disagree.   Women are EMOTIONAL  it is who we are.  We are definitely ruled by our emotions and it takes a lot of practice and skill to control them and even then it is a challenge!  

 

Being less or mare valuable based on how much I weigh  -  I’m a fat girl.   I feel this one. I see the judgement in other’s faces, I see the way a pretty girl will get the attention as I sit on the sidelines and listen to the boys pour their hearts out about their heartbreaks and tell me what a great “friend” I am.   Yeah… I get this.

 

Beauty Standards – at a certain point in your life you come to realize that comfort takes over and you won’t care.  You’ll leave the house in a flannel shirt and pajama pants, a pair of Hey Dudes on your feet, your hair in a just-slept-in pony and no makeup.  No one out there will care. 

I’m not certain where authors gather their material for these articles.  While I do agree on some points of this one, I feel like there was a lot of assumptions happening.   Women are actually very resilient creatures, we tolerate a lot of annoyances and inconsistencies in our lives and still find room to grow and flourish.  We seek out new hobbies, go on adventures and take time to nurture our inner souls.

 

We don’t secretly hate anything.   We are fairly open about the things that bother us! 

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