Category Archives: Romancin’

The Wall Street Journal‘s most recent “Saturday Essay” from author Kay S. Hymowitz (the WSJ acting as pimp-in-the-white-tie for Hymnowitz’s upcoming book, “Manning Up: How the Rise of Women Has Turned Men Into Boys”) has caused quite a Twittering over the past few days. Men are offended by Hymnowitz’s small-minded approach to today’s 20-something man:

…and what is expected of them:

While I agree with Hymowitz’s analysis of our economy, the shift of the 20-something man’s priorities (to find a career, be happy – not to just subsist in the world) is palpable. But it has been quite similar for women – in a world where we have so many options, and women don’t necessarily need to get married for survival, we question its very necessity.

Thus, what this article completely lacks is a commentary of the women on the other side of the spectrum, reveling in this “new” breed of man: the woman who refuses to marry unless she happens to meet a person who matches her intentions, who compliments her faults, strengthens her weaknesses, and she his own.

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Hands off, beotches. Oh, and you don’t need to click “Read More” because there’s nothing else.

I don’t like to discuss my love life publicly at Happy Blogtime – I’ve clearly never made mention of it previously (not even my sex life – you can turn to Lucy Vonne for THAT). I don’t think broadcasting my romantic ventures is fair to the other person (or people??) involved – so I kiss, but never tell.

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For over a year and a half, I’ve purposely abstained from any sort of “real” relationship beyond casual dating. I’ve tried to take this time to gain control of my life without any emotional roadblocks to stifle me, and attempt to experience an independence that’s not possible when you’re in love, or trying to be in love.

After this seemingly long hiatus, and a developed comfort with myself that I never before had, I’ve decided to take a dip into the dating pool once again. And let me tell you, sister friend – the guys here in New York are either all very colorfully disturbed, or I’m simply falling into my old habits. A motley of men have entered my life with the issues that I’ve painstakingly “tried” to avoid: guys cheating on their girlfriends; bad boys trying to turn good but not quite cutting it; emotionally retarded/unavailable men who communicate only via text message; serial male whores trying to score a nut, and so on.

I’m not surprised that people do these things (I’ve had my fair share of awful relationships in the past – guys with 5 secret girlfriends; guys stepping out from our hangout session for a quick BJ from a disgusting pig-faced skank, etc., etc.). I don’t like who I become when I’m with these men – suspicious, jealous, and stressed out. It drives me absolutely nuts to have to worry about whatever crap they’re going to inflict upon me next – hence, why I took this extended dating hiatus.

Now listen, I’m not whining. I know that pretty much every other girl in the city of New York share these qualms, concerns, blah blah. I fall into the category of women, I suppose, who bitch about awful men, but place ourselves knowingly into these situations. I’m quite aware that I find myself in these circumstances because I’m attracted to them, for whatever latent psychological reason therin lies.

That being said, I’m hoping to Bejesus that I’ll eventually fall for a respectful and honest guy who treats me like the gold I certainly deserve to be treated; but until then, I guess, (as dear Cara says), I’ll just continue to keep putting the “fun” in dysfunction.