We sat down and the waitress was adorable. She had a slight accent, a high-pitched voice, smiled a lot, and seemed to be in her late 20s. Total plain Jane. Her hair was up in a bun and she was dressed simply. She definitely had some kind of accent and probably was from Italy or some other foreign country.
Compared to most waitresses I’ve had, something was different about her.
She smiled a lot more. She actually seemed like she was happy serving us. She asked how our morning was going , made eye contact with us, and looked like she actually cared. She even asked us if we wanted something sweet and recommended food off of the menu. And on top of all that, she served our food immediately without seeming like she was in a rush to get done early.
Unlike most waitresses I’ve had who are aggressive and rush too quickly, she took her time with us. She was patient. She actually smiled and meant it. She routinely checked on our table before and after we got our food. She made us a priority and engaged with us even though she had five other tables to deal with. When she dropped off our check, she didn’t just leave it on the table; she told us that we didn’t have to rush, smiled, and got to know us a bit better.
She was different and stood out to me because she was feminine. I could see that even though she wasn’t dressed in a particularly feminine way.
Most waitresses I’ve had are too bothered by their jobs to care about their customers. They simply do not care. Most don’t even smile because they’re so bogged down by jobs and getting their orders in on time that they forget to be feminine.
They’re worried about getting the orders out quickly and getting the right orders to every single person that they forget about being their natural selves. They forget that serving people is about giving them the best possible dining experience ever and part of that involves actually caring about their clients which requires femininity.
And yet, most jobs strip women of their femininity.
We’re told that if we aren’t in control, there’s something wrong with us. We’re told to compete with men instead of trying to work with them. And Heaven forbid a man compliments a woman, you know damn well that’s she will be empowered to call HR because she’s being “sexually harassed” and not taken seriously enough in her role.
That’s when I was reminded that being feminine is more than having long hair and wearing heels.
Being feminine is a mindset.
You can have long hair and wear heels and still be a bitch. And you can wear jeans and a t-shirt and be more feminine than the girl with heels and long hair, albeit less attractive.
Being feminine is about caring about others.
It’s about worrying about the details.
It’s about serving people.
It’s about being okay with being submissive and giving up control. It’s about doing things to please other people and not always putting yourself first.
It’s about being receptive to others around you. It’s about pleasing others.
It’s not about being dependent and being accountable when you can.
It’s about being smart and getting the job done right.
It’s about being playful and not taking yourself too seriously.
It’s about being okay and accepting your womanhood instead of fighting it.
It’s been about eleven months since I’ve moved to out to the Midwest. Since then, I’ve been living in this massive house with six other people.
A couple months ago, I was put in charge of finding new renters by my landlord who agreed to lower my monthly rent in return. And so, I went on a quest to scour the corners of the earth to find someone who wasn’t completely retarded, responsible, could pay their rent on time, and wasn’t a pain in the butt to deal with.
Little had I known, people fucking suck. Especially young women even though I am one.
I ended up meeting this white chick who was a law student in her mid-20s. She tells me she doesn’t drink, only hangs out with one of her friends, and doesn’t like having people over. I told her we don’t drink or party and this is just a quiet house for young professionals. She was “fine” with that.
Sounds a little too good to be true, right? A white girl who doesn’t like to drink and just studies law all day? Yeah, okay.
I mean, I had some female lawyer friends from DC who liked the idea of being a feminist that broke glass ceilings but really they were no different than any other girls I’ve ever known. They were just your typical cunts who loved bitching about every fucking thing, thought their snarky attitudes could compensate for their sub par looks, and wanted to find an alpha male while they rise through the ranks at McKinsey or some other top consulting firm.
Anyway, the lawyer chick ends up loving the room and gushes about how “cute” it is. Heck, we even talked about how she loves taking care of little baby animals on her parent’s farm in bumfuck Kansas. She was your typical basic bitch and honestly, didn’t seem that bad to live with.
It didn’t get any better from here on out.
She ends up moving in and leaves her shit all over the brand new kitchen. Every time she drank a beer, she put a bottle cap into her giant ass bottle cap collection which was stored in a massive jar on the counter.
I think there were over a thousand caps in that thing. She even posted a bunch of “Save the dates” on the side of the fridge that featured her ugly friends and some dudes who were so obviously told to smile during their engagement photo shoot.
This all happened within the first hour of her moving in.
That evening, she decided to invite a couple friends to watch the Final Four basketball game. She said only four of her friends were going to come over and have a beer or two and just leave after the game.
She ended up bringing fifteen of her friends over and trashing the entire kitchen.
There were beer bottles left on top of the fridge, trash bags upon trash bags that reeked of alcohol, and red SOLO cups littered all over the kitchen.
She woke up the morning after all the roommates complained that the entire house was a mess. In response, she said that she left beer bottles on top of the fridge because she plans on recycling them. Anyway, when you’re living with 6 other people, there’s no space to fucking recycle. Recycling is for idiots who produce way too much trash and want to feel better about themselves. It’s fucking trash and ends up in the same place.
What kind of idiot puts glass bottles on top of a fridge where they can fall, I thought to myself.
The day after, she wakes up, hungover and invites her black cousin and some white chick that no one evens knows. The white chick looks like some innocent blonde girl who honestly looks like she’s never seen a dick before.
I go downstairs and these two are snuggling it up and watching a movie like they own our place. They end up going upstairs to my roommate’s bedroom and end up banging for two hours straight.
I pretended to act surprised but it’s always the chicks who look like they’re not hoes end up being the biggest hoes ever.
What kind of person lets their best friend and their cousin bang on their own bed? Like what the actual fuck? People actually do that? People let their best friends and cousins bang?
The lawyer chick spends all of Sunday drinking crappy Tito’s vodka and spills a ton of beer over the router and the wifi stops working.
Two hours go by and her fat ass manages to land a Tinder date. Some old ass guy in his 40s comes over to our house and they go straight to the bedroom and bang.
Her room is right next to mine and they fuck for 30 minutes straight. At the end, the guy stops and says “It was pretty hard getting in at first but once I got in, it was pretty smooth”.
What the actual fuck? Who says that to someone after having sex?
All the guys in the house are messaging each other wondering how they’ve gone months without sex and how her fat ass managed to get banged within hours of meeting some idiot off Tinder. But you know, men are the ones with the “privilege”, right?
I message her the morning after and tell her that we need to go over the house rules. She protests like the bitchy law student she is. I fight it off and tell her we need to address the issues one-on-one.
We meet in my room. She’s dressed like a fucking slob. Messy hair in a bun. Sweatshirt and yoga pants that outline her skinny fat-ness. She takes a seat.
I tell her that it’s not okay to have people you just met 45 minutes ago spend the night because it’s a security issue, and that the roommates complained about some old ass man walking around the house. I also tell her that she’s can’t just leave bottles of alcohol out because the landlord has a no-alcohol policy in the house.
Like a little innocent bunny, she pretended to act like she didn’t know the rules, that she didn’t bang some random dude last night, and that she left her alcohol out because she’s trying to save the environment by recycling one Budweiser at a time.
She also said that she was being singled out because she wasn’t told the rules that the other male roommates were told. Female solipsism at its finest.
What rules is she even talking about? Isn’t it just common decency to not act like a drunk whore in a house filled with other people? Guess not…
She went on and said the only reason she wanted the room was because it had a nice porch which she wanted to use so she could get drunk with her friends in the summer. She said if she couldn’t drink with her friends on the porch, she doesn’t want to live here anymore.
As if that was the real reason she wanted to leave! She really wanted to leave probably because I outed her for being a drunk whore and she knew I heard it.
I gave her the option to leave if she didn’t like how things are. She decided to move out within a week.
The night before she leaves, she gets drunk and passes out on the couch in the living room we all share. All the guys in the house took pictures and made fun of her for it.
Five days go by and she moves out her stuff with the help of her Mom. Let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Her mom was just as much of a bitch as her daughter was except she was thin.
I still can’t believe that she decided to give up this nice house right down the street from her law school. She didn’t even have to pay extra for utilities.
None of that matters though.
Too bad now she can’t get drunk off her ass at the house and bring over random dudes from Tinder. I almost feel bad for how pathetic a 25-year-old woman can be. I can’t believe women like this exist and then act all surprised when you tell them that it’s not okay to be a drunk whore. Unbelievable!
It’s been a crazy couple of months. I’ve moved out of DC and now I’m in a relationship in Kansas City.
Ever since I’ve moved here, I’ve been playing co-ed frisbee games with my boyfriend.
At first, I really had no idea what to expect.
I figured half the people playing would be female and the other half would be male. I mean, it’s a co-ed team, right? Anyway, co-ed sports are normal in America. I didn’t think much of it and I thought it’d be a fun thing to do now that I’m in a relationship. I mean frisbee is way better than running around on a treadmill or even worse on land, right?
The first time I showed up to the games, I was shocked that there were not really any females who came to play. Well, there was one but she was way older than me and she wasn’t someone I really could connect with. She had been playing the sport for years and was okay with playing with one of the boys. Heck, she blended in with them better. I wouldn’t exactly count her as a “female”.
On the other hand, there was me blossoming with cute naiveté. I mean I wore my Chanel perfume to this thing. I even wore a cute, bright pink tank paired with Lululemon’s and perfectly color-coordinated Nike sneakers.
I looked good. I felt good. That’s all that mattered to me.
I did not go to the game thinking I had to run and sweat. I came to the game thinking I’d have to compete against the other girls. I mean we’re just tossing a disc right and stand there for fifteen minutes, right?
Reality fooled me.
There weren’t really any people on that field that were like me. They were twice my size. They had way more muscle than I ever could have. They were men. Real men playing an aggressive sport.
I hated it.
And I hated myself for having to compete against not only women but having to now compete against men.
I was nothing like these guys.
I was not fast enough. I could not play well enough. I could not throw hard enough. I could not run and keep up. No one would throw the freaking frisbee to me. It was annoying to have to be play against an old man or a little boy (who by the way out ran me and scored multiple times).
That’s how bad I was. It felt awkward to be there.
But that was reality.
I was the slowest on the team. I could not keep up. I was not one of the boys and I did not want to be.
I wanted to bake an apple pie and put my hair tied up in a chignon. I wanted to do ballet at a dance center. I wanted to watch makeup tutorial videos and figure out whether I should buy the Morphe palette 35R or 35OS.
I wanted to do girly things. I wanted there to be some shade of pink involved. I wanted it to be cute and fun not aggressive and sweaty. That wasn’t for me.
I did not sign up for that.
The last thing I wanted to do is compete with men over something I knew I could not beat them at. This was their thing. This was not my thing. It was self-defeating and humiliating at best. I mean there’s no way I can defend a 6-foot-tall, 200-pound man when I’m literally half of his size and half as fast.
I am a girl. I wouldn’t even consider myself a woman because I barely have enough experience to be one. I’m young. I have long hair that bounces around when I run. I have small, feminine hands that are meant for baking and cooking and taking care of the kids, not aggressively cutting in front of someone to get a disc.
And that’s when I realized that I don’t need to be here forcing myself to play alongside men.
Co-ed sports is inherently dumb because it forces women to compete against men. The only way to play alongside men is by becoming more like them. This in turn, forces us to go against our natural feminine mindset so that we can adapt into something more masculine. Sacrificing one’s femininity is not a sacrifice worth making because women will never win this war. At the end of the day, it’s a lose-lose situation for women and men. Women lose their natural femininity just so they can be mediocre at being masculine. And men will never appreciate women for being someone they are not.
The last thing we need is more people with a masculine mindset because everything turns into a competition. Even stupid frisbee games that are not supposed to be taken seriously do. We don’t need more people in this world who want to compete because women will never win that war.
And what most people don’t realize is that we do this routinely to women.
We force women into male-dominated environments with the expectation that they will retain their natural, feminine submissiveness while performing like a man. We want women to have sexy, long hair and look sexy in a pencil skirt without being aggressive and manly but still have to get shit done.
We reward women for being like men but we get mad at women for acting bitchy.
Women turn into bitchy cunts when you make them do things that are against their nature. Leave women alone. Let them be in the kitchen. Let them make food for you. Let them get married young. Let them play with dolls. Let them wear pink and stop lecturing your daughters to wear a t-shirt that encourages them to go into STEM. Let them keep their hair long. Let them get their nails done. Let them study whatever their idealistic heart desires. Let them go to church. Let them laugh. Let them be “dumb”. Let them rely on their husbands for money. Let them take care of the kids. Let them shave their legs. Let them dance. Let them have a hundred girl friends before worrying about getting a boyfriend.
So the next time you see a receptionist who is a total cunt or a soccer girl who is pissed off, remember that these women are part of a system that has failed them. They will never be nice and submissive and not be bitchy when they are being forced to do a man’s work.
This is a guest post written by the lovely Ellemenoh. Follow her on Twitter @ellemenoh_us
I wear makeup to the gym… And to work, when I’m making a quick grocery run, having dinner with my parents, and even out on an impromptu my-neighbor-just-called-to-see-if-I-can-take-her-dog-out-because-she-flew-out-for-an-interview-this-morning-and-her-return-flight-is-delayed walk (true story).
OK, so I don’t wear a full face of makeup to sweat it out at the gym, but I never leave my house without at least some mascara and lip-gloss. Most days, I wear high heels to work. I’m in skirts and dresses far more than I’m in pants or shorts. I reserve a messy bun for working out or hanging out at home.
I don’t necessarily do these things to impress other people. I do these things because they (1) give me confidence and (2) project the image of a put-together, feminine woman. Of course, femininity is much more than outward appearance, but if a girl can’t even bother to adorn the package with pretty wrapping, who wants to open it and find out what’s inside?
Outward appearance is a projection of how you perceive your own value and how you expect the outside world value you. If you dress like a slob, you are subconsciously letting people know it’s okay to treat you like any other slob walking the streets. If you dress like a high value woman, you’re letting the world know you’re better than ahem basic. I hate that word, but it’s very accurate. If you think outward appearance has no influence on your daily interactions, try donning a flirty dress and heels next time you venture out to run errands. Gauge your reactions from people and compare them to when you walk out wearing “athleisure;” I guarantee you will be treated better – even if it’s just someone making eye contact and smiling when they would normally look down at their feet or phone.
And it’s not just interactions. Your outward appearance can also influence your confidence. Wearing heels to work makes me feel like I can accomplish anything that day. I literally stand taller. On the weekend or days that I work from home, I make sure to put on “real clothes” because I know it directly affects my productivity and motivation levels for the day.
You don’t have to look like a prom queen every time you leave the house, but, as my prim and proper grandmother says, “it’s always better to be the best dressed person in the room.” (Spoiler: my grandma is right about everything.) I stand by the belief that these days it’s easy to stand out as an American woman in the best way. Simply swapping your yoga pants, sneakers, and messy bun for fitted jeans, a blouse, and some pretty jewelry will put you a step above other women the next time you leave the house.
Americans are quick to sacrifice style, class, and modesty for comfort, but if you think proper clothing can’t be comfortable, you’re buying the wrong clothes. (“How to Shop for Clothes” is a topic I think young women could REALLY benefit to hear.) The next time you hop up to make a grocery run, visit a friend, or even take the dog for a walk, think to yourself “how can I improve my look in five to ten minutes?” and then DO IT.
You’re worth that. And if I see you at the gym with mascara on I’ll give you a knowing smile 😉
The lovely Dalia Mogahed with her smug Muslim feminism thought it was cute to post this gem on Facebook yesterday:
Apparently, there are 2,300 or so women roaming around Facebook who liked this post. Honestly, I don’t blame them.
Facebook is a giant circlejerk for women who love to compliment each other on getting that graduate degree because they don’t need no man. And let’s not forget that girl who always bitches about how that creepy construction worker winked at her which was really “sexually assault”.
God forbid a man actually found you attractive! So you’re going to complain about being too sexy and guys are still the problem? Hmm.
Let’s get something straight: there’s nothing wrong with a guy finding you attractive and there’s definitely no reason to hate on men for liking you. Be happy that you someone even found you attractive and be grateful for your youth and beauty.
I have major issues with Dalia and most feminists.
The reality of the situation is that feminism is not about anything but power. Feminism is most certainly about capitalizing off being a victim and then emasculating the same men who have helped them become more than victims.
It’s a trap and there’s no winning when it comes to feminism. If you think otherwise, you’ve been duped.
If you insult women like Dalia, they’ll hate you for it and it will empower them to become more feminist
If you support their charade, these same women will emasculate you for it and still wonder where all the “good men” went (you know, the same douche bags that would give them 0 time of day for being feminists).
Even though times have changed, our human needs have not.
Women have been fooling each other into thinking their degrees from college can make a guy hard, short hair is sexy, and gaining more than a couple pounds is okay because you know being a CEO is way more important than looking good.
As women will become more powerful, their needs will not change. Women will continue to expect their men to provide. I’ve met women in their 30s who are making lots of money and they still want their men to make even more money. Get a girl who makes 200k out of college and she’ll want someone who makes 250k a year. Crazy, I know.
Another problem with Dalia’s way of thinking is how she says all these women are “amazing”. Sounds pretty entitled to me. Maybe to Dalia, they are amazing because being “amazing” means having a 9 to 5, and being a strong, independent college-educated women. There’s lots of women like that around the world especially in America. That’s pretty generic and standard.
But are they nice? Are they fun to be around? Do they smile? Do they even take care of themselves? Are they genuinely pleasant people? Can they even cook or clean? Do they even know how to raise a kid or change a diaper?
I’m surrounded by these girls in college and they’re a drag to be around.
Even I can’t stand being around girls who talk about politics 24/7, swear like a man, and think making money is way more important than starting a family as soon as they finish college. I couldn’t imagining marrying one or even worse, having to have sex with one.
Sometimes, a girl like me just wants to talk about girly stuff like who the cute boys in my class are, what color I should get for my next manicure, and whether I should adopt a lamb or a pig because baby animals are cute.
Is this a thought crime?
Nah. I’m not apologizing for anything.
I honestly feel bad for all these entitled ladies out there who think they deserve a man because they spent thousands of dollars on multiple degrees which is pretty meaningless in the grand scheme of things like one’s happiness.
Masculine men don’t care about the piece of paper you get when you graduate or where you got it from or the amount of hours you spent trying to get there. Masculine men don’t fear successful, intelligent women because well, they’re men.
And the only men that do care about what women are doing or saying are pussywhipped and are the same ones that probably don’t even exist in the eyes of women like Dalia hence the “problem” she clearly is witnessing. No man seems good enough for her or the women around her so she has to emasculate and degrade them for her own gain.
I used to be a slave to my emotions and thought I had it all because I go to a pretty good college. I used to expect men to like me more because of that.
Even though going to a good college and getting an education is a privilege that I’m fortunate to say that I have, there’s more to life.
I was feeling crappy today. Didn’t want to get out of bed. Woke up with the sniffles. The last thing I wanted to do was wear my nude Steve Madden heels.
But I did it anyway.
I thought people were going to judge me and think I was a bitch. I mean, maybe they did think that but at least I was a “bitch” with good shoes.
I got up. Slipped on my pair of nude heels and headed to class. Mind you, these are the heels I wear to formals and social gatherings not something I would wear for casual occasions.
Got into the elevator. Girl next to me looked slightly intimidated but impressed. They were more willing to ask me which floor I was going to while guys seem to hold the door for me more often. As I walked around campus, guys definitely glanced more and smiled.
Wearing heels definitely makes you the center of attention.
One girl even came up to me while I was on line waiting for my food and asked me where I got my shoes from. It’s a good conversation starter and girls will look up to you. Feminine girls will come up to you and you will attract them like a magnet.
Guys will like you because you look like you actually cared about appearance and seem more dateable than a girl wearing an old pair of Lululemon’s. Just remember that men are not intimidated by well-dressed women.
I think a lot of American people in general prioritize comfort instead of fashion. This isn’t really exclusive to women either. It also explains why brands like Orvis, Uggs, Patagonia, North Face, Vineyard Vines, Ralph Lauren, Nike, Levi’s, and New Balance are popular. They appeal to people who are practical and rarely ever would think they need to wear 5-inch-heels when running around doing errands.
I mean I get it. I like wearing neon sneakers and Nike leggings too. It just makes life easier.
But, I think heels are fun.
They make me walk slowly even though many working women are in a rush and feel more feminine and carefree. They make me worry less about the 3 pm meeting which will probably be a snoozefest and more about how I look in public. Heels also make me feel more self-conscious and vulnerable to men.
I rarely ever see girls wear heels unless they’re on their way to an interview, at a formal work thing, or at a club. Most American girls don’t just get up and wear heels just because. There’s always a reason. That kinda sucks the fun out of wearing them because it’s not spontaneous anymore.
And many don’t wear the sexy kind or can properly walk in 2+ inch heels. They’re like kitten heels or whatever. Lame. But hey, I’ll take some heel over no heel, most of the time.
I guess, not everyone is as lucky as me but I’ve been wearing heels since I was 13-years-old. I started off with one inch heels and can now easily wear heels that are four to five inches in the daytime with zero issues. Even in high school, I wore boots with three inch heels while the other girls came in with flat boots or Doc Martens and they thought i was crazy.
If you’re changing up your wardrobe, heels are a good thing. Sure, they’re painful and annoying to walk in but it’s worth the benefits you get from the aura you create.
So, if you’re ever having a bad day. Slip on a pair of heels and wear a Dr. Scholl’s insert if you have to. They might seem impractical and you might feel like you don’t need to be wearing them but it will boost your self esteem even if people think you’re crazy for dressing up.
Four years ago, I got into a top college in DC with a scholarship.
I was on the wait list for Wellesley, a liberal feminist’s wet dream, but in retrospect, I’m glad I didn’t get in or this blog would not exist. Who knows? Maybe, I would be ten times uglier or even have short blue hair. Even thinking about it makes me want to vomit.
Obviously, as a 17-year-old girl I was excited to leave my home and start somewhere new just like every other American kid. I won’t lie though; I was practically a baby. I only knew how to bake vanilla cakes from scratch which was a useless skill to have since I did not even have a kitchen my freshman year. Oh, and I knew that I had to separate my whites from my colored clothes when doing laundry.
My father wasn’t happy for obvious reasons and my parents really wondered if I could survive here with all the drinking, partying, drugs, and boys, of course. I somehow convinced them that I would be able to live in a city on my own without them even against my father’s will. My mom supported me though but she’s definitely more of a liberal when it comes to these kinds of things.
So off I went.
At the time, I was somewhat familiar with Return of Kings because I had come across this guide to rate girls from this article which I found on the MISC section of bodybuilding.com. Don’t ask me why I was into MISC but the idea of being able to see and read the thoughts of guys was pretty cool since I never even went on a date with a guy in high school or really had any male friends.
I had read a couple of articles on RoK like this one and this one after doing a quick Google search on DC. I just figured RoK was a clickbait website and didn’t take it too seriously. And at the time, I had no idea who this Roosh guy was but he seemed like a Persian troll to me.
I went into DC with an open mind even after reading those articles but a lot of things he has said are true.
Even though I am in college, I’ve met tons of people who live around here who are older or in the area.
Personally, I don’t think the guys are that bad if you’re into white guys who have a preppy style (think Vineyard Vines, Ralph Lauren, boat shoes) or men who regularly wear an ill-fitted suit and tie (suits are still kinda sexy if they don’t fit). I’ve also seen lots of younger men have a hipster style (think big glasses, tight jeans, weird hair) which I’m not really into around U Street, Adams Morgan, and at American/GWU.
The guys can be fratty prepsters who look like they are working or want to work at a big law firm. Some other guys look like beta shitlibs. I wasn’t really a fan of either look to be honest.
The guys here aren’t as well-dressed as the ones I know of in NYC but it’s not the most important thing that I look for when considering a guy. Again, it varies.
A lot of the guys are unfortunately feminine but I don’t think that’s exclusive to DC. It’s just that a lot of them support things like abortion and being pro-choice and aren’t conservative or know how to use a gun. Also, gay culture is pretty big here and there’s tons of gay men in Dupont Circle.
Finding masculine men is as hard as it is to find a feminine woman and the people who do seem to fit their traditional gender roles are internationals (think au pairs, ambassadors, tourists) or military guys who are unfit for long-term relationships, unfortunately.
PUA or pick-up artist scene here is definitely a thing. I’ve been asked several times by random men on the street doing day game if they wanted to date me. Obviously, I knew what they were up to so I declined politely and several even admitted to having a goal of meeting “100 women”. I’ve also seen some of them hanging around Saturday afternoon by the Dupont Circle fountain (not sure if that’s there meet up place) but just sayin’.
Personally, that’s fine with me. It’s good that there are men who want to improve their dating skills and I won’t judge ’em for it but dating a PUA is not for me. They can play their game with someone else 😉
On the other hand, the girls here are super liberal and create a noxious environment for everyone which is why I don’t really hang out with them. I had no idea how many of these women are so passionate about social justice issues none of which I’m that into. Then again, this is DC and people come here thinking they’ll change the world so I guess it’s idiotic to think otherwise.
Every time I go to the Hill, the women look like miserable career chicks doing the 9 to 5 grind. I rarely ever see girls here smile and they don’t really look too good in their all black pantsuits either.
Coming from NYC, the women and men here are not as attractive nor try to be. Girls here care more about the white man killing off Native Americans than what’s on sale in the makeup section at CVS. I rarely ever see well-dressed people unless they’re going out to a formal nor do the girls wear makeup or heels. They just don’t look feminine when they choose to wear LuluLemon yoga pants or their oversized, Canada Goose jackets which are in style now. It’s more about brands and labels than it is about looking like a girl – something I never really liked about DC women.
Even when girls do go out, I feel like a lot of them look trashy in their weird dresses with cutouts and crop tops they bought from Forever 21.
A lot of the girls I know here have evolved. They’ve gone from being somewhat girly, somewhat awkward teenagers to having tattoos and getting piercings in their 20s. Also, I’ve noticed that a lot of girls hipster or not have a nose ring. It’s just weird.
In the summer time, it is not as bad since I see more girls wearing dresses but a lot of them choose to wear t-shirt and shorts with flip flops. Personally, I don’t like wearing flip flops because it looks sloppy and would rather wear wedges, at least if not heels!
The only thing that I like here is that everyone seems to be physically active and by that I mean, everyone does a lot of cardio or runs. I barely ever see fat people but I do see lots of skinny fat people who aren’t exactly fit or fat. It’s not bad though.
The Dating Scene
Dating here is kind of a mess and varies a lot. I’ve seen men with 0 social skills or “game” give out their business cards to girls thinking they would be impressed because they work at some law firm on K Street. It’s kind of pathetic how dating can be treated like a business transaction but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.
I’ve seen just as many unenthusiastic women who literally hate men and feel like they deserve Channing Tatum to ask them out on a date in Georgetown. There’s more women to men and DC has the highest female to male ratio in the country which should make it more competitive for women but in reality, girls here don’t really try and guys probably have given up at this point.
Getting married before 25 in DC is pretty weird and generally not a good thing because grrrrl power. I don’t know how many my own friends told me I was crazy for wanting to settle down at 21.
Tinder here is pretty big. I don’t know about the other dating apps but if you’re a girl, there’s lots of military guys on there. Lots of girls that I know of hook up with guys on the app since meeting people in DC is kinda hard if you’re a girl with like 1000 gay guy friends.
I’ve also noticed that a lot of people here don’t seem to prioritize dating as much because if you’re young, you’re expected to care more about your career. DC definitely does attract career women who think they do not need a man. These same women end up becoming 30 or worse yet, 40 sitting next to me in a coffee shop asking their girlfriend where all the good men went. I never know if I should feel bad for them or not.
I was pretty surprised to meet girls with such high number counts. I’m graduating college and although most of my friends haven’t really been in a relationship. Most of them have gone out on dates or just hooked up with guys but it was never anything serious. If you’re a young woman, I’d date older guys (not exclusively a DC thing of course) because you would probably have better luck with them.
Also, if you can, get out of DC and date people who either live in DC permanently or in Maryland or Virginia if you want something more stable. I always felt like a lot of young people my age are always on the move or in DC for an internship on the Hill, their government job, or because they go to college here which wasn’t the greatest for a relationship. The timing wasn’t great but I guess that’s life.
I’ve seen lots of interracial couples here. DC is definitely way more liberal than NYC. I’ve never had issues going out on dates with people of other races and I’ve been complimented more often than not for being with someone of another race. If that’s your thang, you might find a lucky someone here.
The Social Justice Warriors
SJWs ruin everything.
These days, I can’t even go on Facebook without scrolling through rants about the wage gap, how Mr. Whitey has so much privilege, or how birth control is a super important woman’s health issue.
I mean, I don’t know about you guys but I go on Facebook to look at pictures of my friends and cute dogs at the local animal shelter. I’m not there for politics. Unfortunately, after going to a super liberal university for four years, everyone feels the need to say something because they’re social justice warriors.
Here’s some examples of what I have to put up :
I don’t even bother going on Facebook to look at pics of my friends because so many of them take low quality pics of themselves drunk at Sign of the Whale (a local bar) or have cut their hair so short that they’ve literally become ugly.
Why would I want to see any of this? Although I’ll admit that I lowkey do like to see feminists self-destruct even though some of my classmates are ugly now 😦
Anyway, I can’t wait to leave this crazy leftist paradise. It’s been hell for me.