A rant

I just can't get away from ranting. It is who I am. I'm an angry person, I guess. So read it or don't, but don't foist your values on me. It would be a waste of your time.

Something I don't understand about contemporary men: in reality, they are attracted to teenage boys. Let's examine this. In the 40s, 50s and 60s, anything that was feminine was considered attractive to a heterosexual man. Look at Marylin Monroe. Blonde hair, curvy figure, large breasts. Even down to the stuff they wore: dresses, stockings, heels. Now, men go nuts over dark hair, skinny bodies with little to no breasts, and the whole jeans and t-shirt look...basically, a 14-year-old boy. For a girl like me, who THOUGHT, being told at that awkward early-teen age that men would be more appreciative of her looks when she got older, it's like finding out your winning ticket was expired. Thanks, contemporary media.

But the slap in the face is being with someone who likes those things but is with you despite the fact you have NONE of those characteristics. I'm not a Jackie. I'm a Marylin. Now I look like a Marylin trying to be a Jackie. I'm never dying my hair again. I still know I'm a blonde. I just feel like a fool trying to be someone else.

There's a lot of things I'm not. I'm not a gamer. I'm not a red head or a brunette. I don't get into anime or sci-fi, and I studied nursing instead of computers. I will NEVER be a geek or nerd's dream. But there are a lot of things that I am that OTHER men might appreciate more than any of the guys I've been with. I'm a fun blonde with big boobs who likes to have sex on the regular and is also smart, educated, caring, logical, and so many other things. It's NOT me. It's who I end up with. I fuckin' rock. Anyone who can't recognize this, doesn't even deserve what he would really like let alone someone as awesome as me.