Beyoncé had it right when she said, “Girls run the world.” Not to toot the female horn or anything, but we’re pretty awesome. I mean think about it; without us there would be no mothers, no babies, no boobies…nothing. Men might have the upper hand in the political system, but behind every successful man is a woman pushing him forward, no doubt.
Don’t get me wrong here, being a girl has it's rough spots.
First of all, periods suck – I think we can all agree on that one (even the males). I mean, cramps, mood swings, bloating, oh my. It’s as if Mother Nature needs all the attention in the world. She comes ripping into our organized, civil worlds just to wreak havoc on our mind and body. But I mean…congrats….you’re not pregnant. However, you will want to eat everything in sight. It's a depressing week.
Second of all, boys suck. Hello, heartbreak! I mean how difficult is it for them to just tell us what they want?! The endless “I dunno, whatever you want” responses are enough to make anyone want to HULK SMASH from time to time. Sometimes all we really want is for them to pick: pizza or Chinese food. Just pick! Also, we love it when they play with our hair and tell us we look bomb-ass even when we all know it’s not true – just a quick tip.
Lastly, we, as girls, suck. We’re all guilty of hating other girls for virtually no reason. We put them down, talk trash behind their backs, flirt with their boyfriends, and make fun of their mistakes without even knowing their last name. For some reason, we believe that knowing their Instagram tag gives us the right to talk some mean sh*t, but this is where we’re wrong. Just because a girl has a sharper contour than Kim K doesn’t mean we need to hate her, it just means that we need to befriend her so we can learn her magic ways! #teamwork
Let’s look at girls from another angle: the drunken angle. Get a few glasses of wine or a shot or two into our systems and we’re ready to pass out compliments and give praise to anything that catches our interest. The bathrooms in clubs and bars are more than just places to squat and reapply lipstick; they’re also a place where confidences are boosted, vomiters are pampered, and pep talks are passed out.
This is how drunk friendships are made: a girl walks into the bathroom and a drunk girl flocks to her, asking her about her hair, makeup, jewelry, and every article of clothing she’s wearing. Neither are intimidated by the others level of beauty because they just don’t care--they admire.
Female stereotypes don’t exist in the drunk bathrooms, rather we come together as girls—sharing makeup tips, discount codes, and tampons. It’s the perfect way to make new girlfriends (well, only if both parties remember the encounter in the morning). I mean… to be honest… meeting bomb-ass girls in the club bathroom is way more fun than being groped by creepy dudes on the dance floor all night.
So, love that pretty girl you don’t know. She’s one of us… one of us…
No. In all seriousness. We, as girls, already get attacked from so many other angles; our own bodies hate us, Mother Nature is a conceded b*tch, and boys, well., they’re boys, so why do we insist on making it worse?
I bet you never thought you’d hear this, but it’s time to take a lesson from your drunk-self.
