Nobody Believes You Hated When Harry Met Sally!

You know what drives me crazy? Cliché. What’s worse than that though is a nuevo cliché wrapped in a quirky quality. For example: A 21 year old, female college sophomore ranting about how she “like totally hates Rom-Coms.” For those of us not in the know, Rom-Com is apparently a much needed abbreviation for the film genre, Romantic Comedy. What makes a statement and its subsequent supporting statements so damn annoying to me is the whole “nuevo cliché” aspect of it. First of all, she is either A. being honest about her distaste for watching handsome men fall for lovely ladies in an amusing fashion, or (more likely) B. she is just the latest and (latest) in a whole slew of young women who say things in a desperate attempt to appeal directly to young men. You see, shortly after she makes that statement about Rom-Coms, she follows up by saying how much she “totally got into the Die Hard series,” or even worse, she wants to be of the art-house persuasion and proceeds to pontificate about how much she really related to Donnie Darko or The Machinist. As a friend would put it… “Pah!”

I have known chicks like this since I started college. They annoy me. They are the types who feel expressing one’s femininity is tantamount to a putting on a floral muumuu and cloaking oneself in a man-repelling spell. They don’t appear to know who they are and feel they must adopt masculine interests while still maintaining a nice rack and pleasant girlie smell. They piss me off. YOU HAVE A UTERUS… GET OVER IT! I feel like telling these girls a few things. First of all, adhering to feminist ideals is not a new or particularly rebellious thing to do. Secondly, you don’t have to be everything to everyone, especially every guy you meet… I would have thought you’d have figured that out, being a feminist and all. Thirdly, in the end, most guys are like you--they end up wanting a woman to be a woman, just like you want a man to be a man and not Mr. Sappy Sensitivity ALL the time. Yes, women like sensitivity, but a when a man suddenly has a protective or masculine turn; it is pleasantly surprising and unbelievably sexy. I imagine men have a similar reaction to random femininity, like witnessing a girlfriend’s maternal instincts for the first time.

That was a bit of a rant, wasn’t it? Well this blog isn’t called “Things Confused People Say” for nothing. I think I used to do stuff like that myself and that’s why I recognize it and why it bothers me at the same time. It’s just kind of sophomoric, not to mention, just plain painful to witness now. Sorry girls.