I received a Facebook message from an old friend, who told me he was on his way to the bar for Tuesday night $1 PBR's. Is that even a thing? I guess. Anyways, I wasn't nearly as enthusiastic about it as he was, because while he was out partying on a weeknight, I was cooped up in the library working on essays. Fun!

I congratulated him on having that option and a wicked deal available to him.

I consciously decided to stop drinking beer. Well, I've tried to at least (it's the effort that counts, right?!) Not that I hate beer or anything, if I didn't like it, there wouldn't be a problem! It just packs on extra calories that aren't necessary, at nearly 150 calories per serving, not to mention it goes straight to your gut. Though I don’t go out often anyway, nor drink nearly as much as I used to, when I do, I find that the one 'casual' beer can mysteriously turn into three or four! All fun aside, the next day at the gym, I'm feeling the consequence and it ain't cute.

I proceeded to then tell him (perhaps a bit condescendingly, I'll admit) that I don't drink much anymore, I'm trying to be more health conscious before summer (beach bod, where you at?), yadi-yadi-yaduh. Apparently sharing this with him was a mistake.

"Well, yeah, you've always had a bit of a stomach."

Uhh. Excuse me? He just hit me with a bop right in the face. Why are you even talking to me right now? I wanted to say, but I tried to maintain at least a little bit of my composure, A.K.A my dignity, despite my anger. I'm sure he sensed it though, because he tried to save himself.

"Don't take it the wrong way! It doesn't get in the way of your attractiveness."

This was the statement that got me angry. How else am I supposed to take it? Women get this kind of criticism all the time, we consistently just have to stand up straighter and brush it off our shoulders as if it's no problem.

But listen guys, most females really don't want your comments or opinions on their bodies unless they truly are positive. You shouldn't be making a remark to mine or anyone else's physicality unless you're praising it. With social media controlling our perceptions of ourselves, we already get enough heat to perfect our bodies to suit the impossible beauty standards of the world we live in. When we're all trying so hard to love ourselves, it's critical to think about the content of the words that come out of your mouth.

I didn't ask for your opinion because, quite frankly, I didn't want it. Here's where the feminist in me comes out: we don't need your validation!

Thank you, now bye please.