Verves In Composition

I happen to come from a female-almost-militant-style school. A school where each and every girl was drilled with the absolute necessity to excel. We were considered tragic if we were only involved in one extra curricular club, labeled unambitious if we didn’t participate in any competitions, and we tend to scowl at the girls who had more than a lock of floppy fringe not pinned in place…. a creme de la creme school of smart bright women.

It doesn’t stop there. A humongous percentage of us look good, but we try to ground ourselves to humble land when we carry ourselves

In our pinafore strapping days, we were the Stepford wives and trophy women for the men who dated us then. highly prized, eagerly coveted, and wistfully sought after.

So in theoretical quintessence, all girls should be arm in arm with a strapping good chap now.Right?Right?
RIGHT?

Sitting on a table of random girls from my school. Most of us have not seen each other for these mere 6 years of our lives. We go on happy with our secure jobs in big firms, our plans to invest in long-term assets, our skincare regime. Until…
“So what’s your story?”

“Single.”

“Single.”

“Single.”

*deathly silence*

SSZ then mentions the ice breaker. “It could be just the ladies from our school. But men JUST AREN’T GOOD ENOUGH THESE DAYS”

The gist of the discussion would end up with all of us not being able to put up with the crap that most girls can take. Men just can’t stand up to the challenge we pose anymore. (And hear this, we are not won over when we agree to have a relationship with you, you will have to win us over everyday for the rest of our lives)

I don’t know about the rest of the girls,

BUT I REALLY CANNOT TAKE MEN WHO MOAN AND GROAN OVER SMALL MATTERS, MEN WHO ARE STILL CHEMICALLY BOUND TO THEIR MOTHER’S APRON STRINGS, MEN WHO HAVE NO DRIVE IN LIFE, MEN WHO GIVE UP SO EASILY, MEN WHO DON’T THINK BEFORE THEY TALK, AND A MAN WHO CAN’T STAND UP FOR HIMSELF WHEN A WOMAN IS INTIMIDATING HIM.

Goddamit. BE A MAN for crying out loud.

I don’t care what’s your high score in DOTA, I don’t wanna know how big your schlong is unless it’s going to earn you a a billion bucks each time it gets photographed. Don’t explain to me you’re looking for yourself by switching courses and directions. If you wanna pretend that you know something I know, don’t go and cut and paste it out from wikipedia.

I don’t mind an ego, as long as you present the license to brag.

Then there are great, good men, men with equally impressive or more superior qualities..who are easily taken away by easy women. (Thus, it does tell us that such men are not worth the time)

MOMMIES & DADDIES, TEACHERS, MENTORS AND ANYONE RAISING A BOY PLEASE TAKE NOTE!!! WOMEN NEED MORE QUALIFIED MEN! (Being utterly overdramatic her already…)
Thank you my alma mater for giving us the ability to stand strong, but I wish it didn’t come with an overpowering ego -_- So great, I have a really great filter, but nothing seems to be coming out of it…. YET.

I wonder if I really should be thankful. Or should I muck around in self-defeat…

Bah, I’ll prolly go put on that new killer dress I bought and strut around looking good whilst shopping for the next analytical book on my list. What a way to start blogging again after a long hiatus