A Relationship Is A Cruel, Transient Game
There is never a long run because our relationships exist only in the short run.
There is never a long run because our relationships exist only in the short run.
I wonder why we don’t pay more attention to the boys who believe — mistakenly — that they must live up to some sort of image of the dominant, virile Alpha Male with muscly muscles and rock-hard pectorals. Is it because we believe that only women suffer from body image disturbances and that men are immune?
Then, what is perhaps more startling to me than people’s culturally insensitive and blatantly racist reactions towards Davuluri is the notion that they — that we — can’t just accept a type of beauty that is less vanilla and more Imagined Whirled Peace.
Each time he texts you to “hang out” at one in the morning, you forget all semblance of self-respect despite knowing that he keeps a running harem of other girls who are similarly attracted to his tortured-intellectual mystique.
Who knows? I surely don’t.
The Bachelorette is, at heart, an inadvertently genius piece of television.
The solution is not to stick your face into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s (we’ve all been there). Instead, it is to learn how to embrace hook-up culture for what it is; that way, you’ll have fun instead of consistently getting hurt.
“I just want to play my acoustic stuff,” you said. But your acoustic stuff wouldn’t sell; it didn’t adhere to the image you were trying to create of yourself as an artist.