Playing the Saint
If women are guilty of one sin, first and foremost, is, Doing good and feeling bad. The idea supposedly that this is what men and society in general expects of you. In life, you have to be well aware of polarities. That is, cold and hot; black and white; wrong and right; sin and virtue; men and women, etc. If you're playing the saint day in and out, guess what your polarity is? I call for you to be in touch with yourself, and don't second-guess your best nature: you're neither good or bad. You're like the rest of us a human being. Don't over sacrifice yourself for no one; don't put your career in hold for a man; don't wait idly for him to call you. Be slightly more aggressive about the things you want and find out sooner rather than later if it's worth your time. Oftentimes I find that the "goody-goody" girl is really more than anything else a pain in the ass and that this is just her exterior face in order to lure a man or a favorable outcome in. I've said it a thousand times before, and I'll say it again: "I rather be with a 'slut' I know than the saint I ignore." Don't have too many faces either; choose your favorite mask from the ancient gallery and wear it with pride.
Marrying their Lover, and Not a Provider
In essence, you as a woman can't conceive life without a relationship in mind. No, I didn't say you can't live without men. I said, you can't live without relationships; your relationship with your parents, friends, co-workers, and ultimately and most important, your relationship with yourself. It is from this seed that the tall branches in the tree of your life stem from.
You don't marry your lover. Your lover is the total sum of your lust for life, not life itself. You need a more reliable base. Don't rid of your lover, of course. Love him so, except don't make him or her the center of your universe. Your universe, if it is to thrive, needs a more dependable (not dependent) source. You ought to rely on that instinct that God gave you: your intuition. It tells you, This is not good for you, and then you let your worst Nature, the conflicted child in you, choose for you what your instincts are telling to stand clear of. In choosing a healthier communion with others, find out what it is that constitutes your most cherished values, look for clues in your personal history and know that if the childhood picture wasn't so bright you can almost put a smile on your face and choose the colors to pose in your adult painting. Remember: childhood was a snapshot, it didn't take any planning and required little effort. It may not depict your best light. Instead focus on the life you're painting, carefully selecting the brush, framing, and tones.
Listening to their Best Friend
Chris Rock has a joke. He said once, "If a man sees his best guy friend's girlfriend is a nice girl" he says to himself: "I got to get me a girl just like that." If a woman sees a best friend's woman's man, she says: "I gotta fuck this motherfucker." Yes, in case you forgot, women whether it is your mom or best friend are competing against you and they don't always give the best advice. I saw this scenario once with two girls. As I engaged in great conversation, the other couldn't keep up with her supposedly best friend's good moment, and sabotaged it. I told that girl the truth: Your friend here is going to cost you great opportunities in life. Best thing you can do is get rid of her. And then I left.
I had completely forgotten about that until one night when I coincided with them again in the same place, Montezuma, in the Bronx. In the middle of a heated exchange with her still best friend, she confided to me that no one had ever given her a better advice. Still, the irony was, she was friends with her at the moment.
Look, I'm not saying to get rid of her friend. I advise you to listen to hear fully and then do exactly the opposite of what she tells you. It is the only way I survived my mother and my aunt subsequently, and it is how I survived two failed marriages. Why listen to someone you know knows no better than you. Listen to those who are doing much, much better than you. Unfortunately, those nurtured souls are not the ones hanging out with you ten minutes to four o'clock in the morning when the bartender shouts: "Last call." Make it your last call to detach yourself from such negative influences. If anything, your best friend has her own agenda and rest assure it isn't your happiness.
Accidental Babies
I'm pro-abortion. There, I said it. Except, I wouldn't have my girl do one on herself. I wouldn't counsel any woman on doing so for her benefit and I wouldn't ever want to see one perpetuated. I am not a sadist, just a realist. After sleeping with a handful of great partners, I never gave in to temptation of not wearing protection. It is the way a man says he cares for you. If he doesn't have the cold head to wear a condom, he's not remotely ready to be a father. I've waited and I was compensated for it with a healthy and vigorous boy who was born when I was well into my thirties and with someone I don't see as a lover but a good-will and strong mother.
If the Feminist Movement proved right in one unmistakable aspect was in granting women the right to an abortion. Coincidentally, the second worst was single mothers. You can see them everywhere. This constitutes a human issue, a sense of decency, and society ought to teach you that. Anti-abortionist are mostly old fucks with plenty of money and not in the least bit concerned about your wellbeing. There's nothing monstrous about it. Don't let others instill in you a sense of guilt when it comes to making the saner choice. After all, it is a life you're talking about. And that is sacred business, so I will leave it at that.
However, women before you fought hard and long for the rights you now enjoy. Don't throw them away. Educate yourself, elevate yourself, be the model, be the solution, abolish the problem. If you can't help but to indulge in unprotected sex because you desire suicide deep down inside, at least have the decency of swallowing a pill with all the second load of cum he flushes down your throat. Ouch.
Depending On a Man
Whether emotionally or financially, depending on a man in any level other than a respectful and caring companion is the sure definition of disaster. You can be confident of when I say that no matter how much a man may love you, he will never put you before his egotistical mean-spirited male nature. It is in his genes to propagate himself and so it is in your best interest to look beyond the sweet-talk and realize that the only source of true happiness at your disposal lies well within your reach: just go to a mirror, touch your creamy and flawless face, and say: I love you and I will do anything to protect you. Talk to yourself like you talk to your lover, first love is self-love. Without it, nothing else can suffice for it. Men will love you until the day they find a shiner female coin, and you're better off striving to lead a life of prosperity on your own so that the day that comes, you're at least well off to fend for yourself.
Being a Feminist, Not a Feminine
Woman: leave gross competition to men. You were given light among darkness. Your place in nature has to do with creation, not recreation like in the case of men. If there is a God, it has to be a woman or at the very least a misogynist. Why would He, or She, the most perfect Creature, make you far more vulnerable, give you the load of carrying on a pregnancy for nine months, make you more apt to suffer from psychological ailments, etc. But really, I mean, why is it that women want to shine where men have reigned for so long. The average of women dying of heart-attacks at early stages in life has quadrupled. It used to be that women died of old ages more often than men. That Nature has made you far less competitive and more beautiful is a gift you should radiate for the world to see. Of course, it doesn't mean you can't excel and fend for yourself. I already made that clear. But when it comes to getting your way, rely in that most precious tool: your femininity and sweetness.
Overlooking the Nice Guy, and going for the Bad Boy/ The Nice vs. The Badass
Okay, guys. I won't attest to the opposite. Women want real men. It's well-ingrained within their nature. And that is something that not all the self-talk can talk you out of. So, instead of choosing a spineless man, try to see a Bad Boy for what he really is. Look instead for the former Nice Boy who now is a Bad Ass. They're out there, and they've worked hard on themselves. So you don't have to. Next time you see a nice guy, throw him a smile and see how the tiger in him revives. Like a bad omen, women seek for that which they most despise; they instill in their boys what they can't conceive of in their men. And stop that, you don't want your boy to be anything else than a real boy. Teach him that respecting women is respecting themselves first. Don't let them grow up to be what you are always running away from: a good boy. In fact, I think that men are not so in essence. They just put this face because they think it is what women want. Wrong.
So, the next time you see me around, don't act like I don't know you. Come over fearlessly and see how good this bad ass boy can really be. ;-)
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