The word “complicated” sounds so demeaning, doesn’t it? “Complicated” sounds like you’re trying to figure out the worlds hardest math problem or trying to understand Morse Code. “Complicated” implies that you’ve tried, been unsuccessful, retried, and still no luck. With the understanding that “complicated” doesn’t really have a positive outlook, why does it usually have “Women are...” at the beginning of it?
To say that “women are complicated” is severely harsh and unreasonable. Whoever came up with that statement obviously wasn’t the kind of person who likes sunshine or ice cream or puppies. To all the people of the world who believe that statement to be true, let me clarify. Women are a lot of things: intelligent, sometimes confusing, well-rounded, hard-workers, and a delicate mix of sassy and classy; however, complicated is not one of them.
In all reality, women are pretty simple to figure out. We are hungry creatures who could eat every moment of every day, we feel sad usually for the same reasons, we laugh at what’s funny, and we like things that make us feel good. Sure, depending on the woman, those categories may vary. Isn’t variability the fun part though? If we all were the same, life would be a sad state of depressed and weirdness.
I might be a little biased, but women have a lot to offer. The complexity of the female species is what makes this world tick around the ever-spinning clock of life. Men tend to see black and white, and that’s OK. It counteracts women entirely. With women, it’s a whole different ballgame. A whole different field for a whole different ballgame is more like it. We see all of the colors of the rainbow, we hunt for the pot of gold at the end, and we are competitive with ourselves throughout the journey. I mean really, who would want to look at a strictly black and white rainbow? The colors are what make it beautiful.
The actual definition of “complex” is “consisting of many different and connected parts”. That is something that I am proud to be called, aren’t you? We hold the capability to maintain so many different ideas and qualities and traits, and yet they are all connected to form a whole, competent being that greatly affects the world in every way. Being called complicated from the Negative Nancy’s of the world is one thing, but being complex is a compliment that I am proud to accept.
Ladies, listen up. If you ever catch wind of someone calling women “complicated," I hope you secretly laugh on the inside and walk away with your head held high. Deep down, you know that those people do not understand the power and amazing capability that women hold. The day is going to come when the person who said that is going to realize just how severly wrong he/she was. Meanwhile, you’ll be walking tall in your high heels, sipping your coffee and turning heads everywhere you go.
