First, I am aware of all sorts of quotes and logic about how we ladies are cut from the same cloth and we behave the same and are nags and difficult and easy at the same time, and such like things, because we, ladies, also say (with less enthusiasm nowadays) that all men are beasts! I get that line of thought but for real, call me ‘those girls’ one more time and there shall be a serious problem between you and I mister.
I am unique, just like every other person, but not quite so because I do me, not like mum did, not like your mother did, not like that female with a bleached hair and red lipstick and not like that pretty female in church always looking so well put together in her skin tight dresses, or that other female who genuinely gives zero poos about what she looks like. I am like none of those. I am me. So when you start a sentence with, ‘Ladies like you…’ That just irritates me to the most central point of my soul.
People are a sum total of so many things and, in my view, personality, environment and life experiences play a large part. And faith as well, but this is not that post. Based just on experiences, the combination of factors that make me do a certain thing are not the same combination of factors that would lead another woman to do this very thing I do. A woman might detest men because of an overbearing father, another because of abandonment issues. So this lazy branding of people without taking the time to know who they are is the reason why talking to some people has become an act of charity, not even a chore.
Before I go further, I am sure there is a person or another I have branded and grouped- and I am sorry. But in my defense (character flaw!) it was probably in reference to a good thing, like ‘in those glasses you just look like your life is well put together’ or ‘with that lipstick you look like those chicks I admire in tao’ or ‘your accent, you must be those people who went to good schools!’ And not, ‘you are talking to me like those thirsty mjengo men who leer and whistle at women walking past’. Okay that last one is different but you catch my drift.
So don’t tell me ‘gals your age…’ My goodness!! What do you know about girls- how rude- ladies my age? What do you know about the pressure we go through? Just because the last she was down to jav across town to get drunk with you, spend the night at your place and jav back to her parent’s place in the mid-morning sun and a life altering hangover does not mean a she like me would want to do that! Gauge and learn a female before you spew some things bro! I am all for YOLO! Quite literally too, so I better cultivate some self-respect early in life if I am to hold my head up in my old age!
Ati ‘you will have crazy stories for your grand kids!’ of what? A foolish grandmother with loose character? No thank you.
So this copy & paste crap men pull on us makes me tired of being ‘alive and laboring’ in this planet. This is a conversation recently had at a shop I’d gone to exchange a faulty cable purchase previously.
Man 1: Are you in campus?
Me: No. (looks back at phone and acts super busy)
10 minutes later…
Me: How long will it take that other lady to bring me a new cable?
Man 2: She will come soon, maybe 5, 10, 15 minutes.
Me: Heh! Sawa.
Man 2: Why?
Me: I am tired and want to go home.
Man 2: Si you just wait we go home together.
Insert a line or two of nonsense
Me: Heh! (Puts and pushes plug earphones closer to eardrums.)
Someone! Tell me! Has this ever worked on anyone that it would work on me?!