What ever happened to chivalry? What happened to a guy asking a girl on a date, picking her up, holding the door, and officially asking her to be his girlfriend?

Thanks in large part, probably due to Rihanna's hit single, we have evolved into a generation that is totally content with rude boys. Manners and etiquette have disappeared from our expectations of how we should be treated.

The whole feminist movement has led women to become defensive about picking up checks and pulling out our own chairs (which, frankly, I don't understand -- why would anyone turn down a free dinner) which, in turn, has made men lazy.

The closest thing we get to being asked on a date is a booty call text that says, "come through" or "We should hang out sometime" accompanied by that suggestive smirk that clearly states that you are invited to have sex with him, but don't expect a date or, god forbid, a relationship. The best you're going to get is maybe being considered a "thing."

Instead of dressing up to go out, we have been trained to wear the skimpiest clothes we own. Show as much skin as possible. Leave nothing to the imagination. The more side boob, the likelier you are to have the honor of going home to a frat boy's dirty dorm room, have a mediocre lay, and then sneak out in the morning for your weekly walk of shame (or stride of pride, since we have come to feel that we deserve this and that it is acceptable).

Girls and women are no longer beautiful; we are "hot" or "dimes" or the object of some boy's ridiculous fantasy that almost definitely consists of pleasure for himself, only. Rappers and celebrities have made average boys think they are allowed to call us sluts and b****es and talk about our bodies as if we aren't people.

They say that boys will be boys, and they will -- because they are allowed to. They act this way because we let them. When I so much as suggest that I would like a boy to maybe pay for my dinner before expecting me to go home with him, boys and girls laugh. How dare I expect that maybe I might want someone to have actual feelings for me and to treat me respectfully?

The fact of the matter is that we watch all these romance movies, and wish for someone to write us 365 love letters, but we have settled for a "good morning" text message becoming the pinnacle of modern romance.