Ready and Willing

A have a lot of blog entries where I call out girls for sleeping around. I rarely ever call out guys for doing the same thing, because while I think sleeping around is wrong on both counts, I honestly believe it's less wrong with guys than girls. Now, I'm not saying this in the cliche sense of that's just the way it is, even though in fact, let's be honest, that is just the way it is, but to be perfectly honest, a lot of things fucked girls over way because any girl in this generation even had a chance to drop their pants, climb into a van or adorn leggings as pants.

God Fucked Us Over

  • Unfortunetely for us, there are just biological differences between boys and girls, as you may have noticed. We pop out babies. While birth control and condoms are a very good thing they aren't 100% effective, and although I'm pro-choice, you can't just be killing fetuses left and right...
  • Let's not even talk about how many people I know have herpes, just within the Baltimore-Metropolitan area, but females can get all kinds of STDs that guys can transmit though they have no symptoms. Not just shit that will make you itchy, but HPV can lead to cervical cancer. I believe syphallis is the one that will make you unable to have children.

Girls Fuck Each Other Over
  • This category is most important. As Ms. Norbury says, "You all have got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it ok for guys to call you sluts and whores." There are sites like Fueled By Gossip that have bi-weekly "Groupies Posts" you don't see guys doing that!
  • Guys high five each other when they hook up with a girl, while close girl friends do the same thing, other girls are quick to judge them for it.
  • Said close friends turn into enemies really fucking fast. Guys don't care if their buddy hooks up with the same girl they did, as long as they didn't actually like them that much. Girls on the other hand, collect boys like fucking Pokemon, so the boy they kissed in kindergarten is still off limits. Break this rule and your business is in the streets...
  • Girls are jealous. Some girls want to be with the guy you fucked. Some girls wish they could freely sleep around. Some girls wish they looked as good without pants on. Either way, we're all looking for an excuse to hate you, and it makes it a whole lot easier if you can't keep your fucking legs closed.
The Music Industry Fucks You Over
  • There's a whole lot of boys in bands and a whole lot less girls. If you ever want to actually be in the music industry, you're not going to get very far if you've slept with all a whole label worth of band boys. Band boys can sleep around because they already have jobs and it's basically in the job description. If you're a girl, have a job in the industry, and sleep around, good luck keeping that job.
You Fuck Yourself Over
  • There's a million studies out there that says sex is different for females. He's not going to be the one crying in the bathroom if you bring a new guy to the show, but you bet your ass when he blows you off (which he probably will after he gets in your pants) and leaves you off the guest list, no matter how much you hate to admit it, you're gonna be hurt.
  • You go to them. For the most part, guys don't do a damn thing to get your attention. They're on tour and smell awful, burp freely and may mention other girls, yet you take your little dress and big boots and shimmy your way into their radar. You become something to do between doors and the time they play, like a substitute for dinner.
  • You already know all of this, yet you still do all of these things then bitch when someone calls you a slut.
So while it sucks that a guy can show his junk at a party and everyone laughs, but if a girl ever flashes her boobs or her nudes end up online she's a slut for life, girls already know this. If you can't change the system, work within it. Don't make it so fucking obvious, as I heard recently "that girl looks like she's just hurtin' for some dick." If you're going to sleep around, everyone and their mom shouldn't know. Don't sleep with boys in the same damn band, or bands that are obviously friends with one another. If you do, don't complain when people call you a slut. And girls should probably stop calling each other sluts and whores, but sometimes there's no other word to use, some people are defined by what they do, a person that paints is a painter, a person that plays sports is an athlete, if the only thing you're known for is opening your legs then...

"We're at the Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn"

So this weekend turned out to be more ridiculous than last weekend. Didn't even think that was possible. Wednesday & Thursday were the last two days of the Traveling Talent Show Tour. Def shouldn't have gone Wednesday because I had tons of homework, but hey what's done is done. Thursday, surprised Monique with a room at the Sheraton for her birthday. Champagne, banners, balloons, silliness. Dinner care of the hotel, so expensive, waiter was silly. Headed to the show, ridiculous dancing, like no one there. Everyone headed to Rec Room after. Me & Alexa went back to the hotel. Sara took me back to get my car, rounded up more of my friends shoved them in my car, listened to them psuedo-argue, ended up almost getting kicked out of the hotel. Monique lost her purse so we went searching, then me and Erica eventually fell asleep at the hotel.

Monique's birthday was the next night, tons of dancing, a game of Uno, yummy food. Went to another party full of people I hate, so I came back and appreciated my friends a whole lot more haha. Monique had a good birthday, and I was super excited about that :D. Left pretty early around 2AM and decided on Poughkeepsire the next day.

Next day POUGHKEEPSIE! So silly. Met up with Fiona and Erica in the AM & journeyed ridiculously far north. We passed the nice Marriott for the EconoLodge, so sketchy. Dinner at the bar, taxi rides, costumes, ridiculousness. The boys' set cut short, but dancing occurred anyway. Back to the bar, dancing in the venue that turned into a club for Halloween. Santa Claus was a fox. Random kid followed us into the bar. Finally went back to the hotel. Sweet hangz, 30-pack, tons of flirting, hand holding, tons of dancing, back massages, jumping on the bed, kissed a cute boy, good night. Breakfast at Friendly's in the morning with a useless waiter. Took a bus home from Philly and Rae picked me up. Made for a great weekend. November is gonna be wonderful, clearly.

It feels so good to be back in the real world after the past two weeks of ridiculousness that occured. I love my friends so much, and it's been so great spending multiple days with all of them. This weekend I'm gonna make some money, next weekend, more sweet hangs obviously--stoked on Fall, actually. In the past two weeks, I've been to six states, driven hundreds of miles, and spent hundreds of dollars. All worth it.