The Devolution of Woman

Regression

We work hard for women's rights. We fight against the glass ceiling daily. We do everything we can to prove we are as capable as a man... and then...

Cute boy = IQ drop

How many times have you seen a girl you previously thought was intelligent, or at least had some sense, drop into a disturbing, purposefully stupid persona in front of a boy? I shouldn't even give them as much credit as saying in front of a cute boy; it's really in front of any boy.

Everyone has a want or need to be liked, but not everyone turns into a fool at the mere sight of the opposite sex. It is an interesting experience to get in a group of mixed company, and then sit back and watch as certain members of the group apparently devolve to the point that they are nearly animalistic. They become ruled by their basic (primal) needs and instincts.

Although it happens to a certain degree with both males and females, I have to point the main finger of blame at the girls. Their excessive giggling could be compared to a mating call, "I'm easy! I'm easy!" What happened to pride?

They travel and hunt in packs, and when they finally get a kill, they fight over who it belongs to. They pretend to like each other and form superficial relationships, only to be quickly discarded when the hunt reaches its climax.

Do not live in fear of this species of women, there are ways to recognize them. For fear of being controversial, I will not put down too many details, but here are a few keys in seeking them out using all of your senses:

• Listen for the excessive giggling.

• Look for packs of similar looking females.

• Sniff around for a near potent amount of perfume.

• Touch.... no... don't get that close, they are far too dangerous.

• Taste.... if you are close enough for this one, then all is lost.
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What is wrong with showing signs of intelligent life? If a guy doesn't want to hear what you have to say, I suggest you move on. Have some pride.

Survival of the fittest? Please. Darwinism is a hoax.

180 Degree Turn....Well, Maybe 120....I Wasn't That Bad Off....

Perspective.

I cannot write unless I am passionate. I am not passionate unless I am mad. Thus, my blog has only been updated with posts when I have become especially upset about a situation. I have sat down in fury many times in the last 2 weeks and considered titles for my next blog, including:

• Hey, While I'm Down Here, Would You Mind Coming Over and Kicking me?

• Beware the Ides of March.

• Tell me to to Turn That Smile Upside Down Again... I Dare You.

There were many others not worthy of mention. As I sat here contemplating and growing more and more angry with each word I wrote, I realized that I was only feeding my fury.

A wise friend once told me that whatever I feed into the universe, the universe will give back to me. If I am angry, it will give me more and more reasons and opportunities to be angry. Whatever energy I throw out there, I get back, and I have come to realize how true that is.

I have lived by the saying, "Everything comes in threes", to a degree that probably isn't healthy. When something bad happens, I am just waiting for the next two things to smack me in the face. I become so stressed about the next two things happening, that I almost want to go smack myself with a hammer and then stick a fork in a socket and say "2....3....I'm good!"

What would happen if I turned that energy the other way and changed my perspective? So what if one bad thing happened? I am going to get experience and opportunities from every situation in life and I can make them into whatever I want them to be. If I choose to be happy, the world will compensate and give me opportunities to do so.

No longer will I stalk down the hall burning holes with my eyes (which I apparently do, though I wasn't really aware of it.) No longer will I sit and wait for bad things 1 and 2 to hit. No longer will I allow other people to control my emotions.

Watch out world. It's a whole new Brooke, and she's....happy?