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Name: Melis Country: Canada State: British Columbia Metro: Vancouver Birthday: 4/29/1985
Interests: smiling more. performing exorcisms on my computer at home. grey's anatomy. whipped cream.. not suing. food poisoning. being bled on. franny keeping my shirt. wine with marsha. stalking men on thanksgiving. making claire blush. why men love bitches. Kai making me blush. blading the seawall. fireworks. Yash period. Oz's going away party. having my head slammed into another's. three guys running out of the car one by one pulling down their pants. hot tubbing. cultus lake. dress-up. being yelled at in movie theatres. sarcasm. assuming the position with Sylvia. squating with Bhavna. Sara the Calagarian. surprising you wihen you least expect it. intoxicating crustaceans. being peed on. homeless men and/or women. sally. Expertise: i am the queen of sugar and spice and everything nice, all the while shakin that ass. knitting. getting stuff out of you. prying for your own good. sarcasm. colour coding. aligning. not bumping into old naked ladies at the gym. forgetting the right words at the right moment. tweezing. "are you okay?" being super-dee-duper, and peachy keen, oh and of course, fine and dandy like sour candy. pulling all nighters. being pork and cheese. having interesting relationships with teachers. baking cookies and not giving them to mmkw. being vague about certain things...*raises eyebrow*. Industry: Medical
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6/17/2003
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| it's a feeling I never wanted to feel again. But here we go again, in a very different situation under different circumstances....... my heart hurts. | | |
| (edit): Nothing like being awoken at 5am after you've just been awake studying till 2am, by guys trying to fix the hole in your roof. For all of you who don't know, we lost complete and utter power (muAHHAHA) from Sunday night to Thursday night, when a big tree fell on our house. Not only was it super cold the days that I did stay there but I was unable to stay there one night because of the racoon that fell through the hole into my bathroom and kept making tons of noise (animal control could only come about 14 hours after I placed the call). So anywhoways, by the time I come home later tonight I won't have a skylight in my ceiling, better enjoy it while I have it. lol ....................................................................................................................................................... Frankly I don't have the patience to write in this, but I find I need to vent so this alas must serve as my outlet. So much has happened even in just the past week that I could most certainly fill countless amounts of space with. Babble, of the general kind and that of the psycho-babble kind. Take today, for instance, never did I think about a year ago that I would find myself in the position I did today. Ordering pizza, drinking cheap wine, watching sappy movies, and shopping for dollar store beads and a princess tiara for Ms. Beary. Frankly it was quite enjoyable, as I'm sure the Rogers video guy found it to be. The view from atop Trafalgar was spectacular, so I felt I had no other choice to sit on the beach for a few minutes. It's hard to find the time to just sit still these days. I was also thinking about everything that's taken place at Kitsilano beach for me. Just think about it for yourself, that street you've walked down a million times, or that stump you've almost made your own, think about the number of different conversations that environment has witnessed. Think about the kind of person you were then, and the person that you are now. Changes are not something that you particularly notice when life is running a mile a minute, yet when you break it down into somewhat of a timeline, you'll likely find that you have come leaps and bounds. | | |
| Despite you ever-present faith in me, I feel less and less like Atlas as time wears on. It frustrates me to no end. Perhaps your faith is misplaced. | | |
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Here is Argov’s new definition of the term bitch:
“Bitch (noun): A woman who won’t bang her head against the wall obsessing over someone else’s opinion – be it a man or anyone else in her life. She understands that if someone does not approve of her, it’s just one person’s opinion; therefore, it’s of no real importance. She doesn’t try to live up to anyone else’s standards – only her own. Because of this, she relates to a man very differently.”
The theme of Argov’s book is that being too nice, too willing to bend over backwards to accommodate and please a man, as well as being too available, does not bring you the love and attention you crave from a man – but having your own life, and standing up for yourself will. The point isn’t to be an ungrateful shrew, but to use intelligence and humor to let a man know you’re not to be messed with. Argov's book title made it sound as if the only good relationship is a cat-and-mouse one. The love ends when the hunt does. Then I started to think that maybe all this, "nice people finish last" stuff is just what we all say after we've had a big rejection. Don't we all consider ourselves the "nice guy" or "nice girl"? First of all, you can smell the marketing rat in the title. Ms. Argov takes huge, massive liberties with the word "bitch." In fact, half the time her examples of bitches in action are creatures 180 degrees out from what most of us would call a "bitch." "Have an appetite for life.". That's bitchy? "If a man gives you something, show him the respect he deserves by thanking him for the kindness." That's being a bitch? Argov disguises the very old "ladies, act helpless" advice as, "When you act too much like Tarzan, he feels too much like Jane. Don’t even kill a bug when he's around. Don't change a tire. In fact, don't even change a light bulb. (Heaven forbid, sister.)." And doesn't this sound familiar (stroke, stroke): "Men need a little coaching and the way to coach them is to praise them when they behave well. A man's favorite word? 'Best.' It doesn't matter if you say, 'Honey, you eat those beer nuts the best...' Use the word 'best' and you'll always have his full attention."
Well if this doesn't sound like Ladies' Home Journal conniving, (the old "ten ways to keep your husband from straying"), I don't know what does. I might go so far as to say that Argov's advice is as conniving as that most die-hard of pretenses, "fake your orgasm": "Men love to feel that they are 'in charge,'" Argov tells us, "and that their opinion really counts. (At the very least, pretend)." Yes, Argov's ideal woman often sounds like a consummate actress and plotter, but I'm not sure faking and scheming actually makes someone a "bitch." Maybe pretending to speak for the "bitch" is Argov's device for getting away with talking like one herself. Though she often says speak to your man in his own language, be financially independent, and other things men would love to tell their women, she doesn't always say it in the nicest fashion. At one point she compares men to parrots in training. Elsewhere, to children and pets. Or worse: "Sometimes as a lover you will have to set forth terms that are also in the best interest of the 'diapered one.' Why? He is a man. And there will forever be a three-year-old trapped inside him." Shew! -- now that's cold.
And here's really the basis for the Argovian bitch. When you fall in love, don't rearrange your life or your personality for the new lover. Don't give up your golf or tennis mornings, don't give up your sleep, and don't even give up your lazy down-time. And when you have a problem, don't propose to sit down and "process" everything by talking. Based on her interviews, Argov contends that men tune out everything after the first two sentences (now my friend is a talker, so he simply reverses the tables on this advice, too). Argov's solution comes from the maxim "actions speak louder than words," in chapters like "Dumb Like a Fox" and "Nagging no More" (yes, she really does have a chapter on how not to become a nag -- maybe guys will find this a good birthday gift for their lovers after all). The book is full of suggestions, little stories about how women got their men to notice by taking the right actions. And no, the actions aren't your usual Good Housekeeping tips, like jump into your Frederick's of Hollywood nightie, pronto. But a lot of the prescriptions were really contrived or conniving, like, you should only see him 2/3 of the times he wants to see you . Yes we're all going to sit down with our yes/no columns and our division tables when he asks us out on a date. Argov seems to be a true believer in "absense makes the heart grow fonder." For all its faults, this book can be VERY funny, especially where Argov classifies the different types of naggers: The Marathon Nagger, The Sprint Nagger, The Momentum Whiner, The Sunrise Whiner, The Nightcap Nagger, The Bushwhacker, The Sniper (I am none of these, although the Bushwhacker would make a killer Halloween costume). This book was orginally given to me by a very concerned friend, who, in all honesty, just wants to see me receive what I give in return. And although the book did give some good points (I do agree that on some level, as much as we might dislike the notion, dating involves some sort of game), I found that most of this book didn't apply to me, or didn't tell me anything that I haven't already heard. One of the most important Attraction Principals in the book is Attraction Principal #44 “Most women are starving to receive something from a man that they need to give themselves.” Argov points out “The nice girl thinks she’s giving up something to get something better in return. She gives up control over her own life. When the time comes for her to get what she had expected, she winds up disappointed. In addition to being empty-handed, she’s depleted.” I am a nice girl, but I have certainly never given up control of my own life. Also, I think that the notion of “showing a man how much you care” being the the very behavior that leads a man to feel the woman isn’t really interesting enough to pursue, is pure, unadulterated CRAP. There's a difference between trying too hard to impress a man, trying too hard to win him over; or trying too hard to be sexy, and just being yourself. First off, and most importantly, I don't need to try to be sexy....lol. And I don't need to try hard to make an impression. By changing who I am, who I've always been, and not doing things that I enjoy doing, am I not feeding into the very notion that this book tries to discourage against? Changing yourself to accomodate what a man wants. There's a difference between being nice and being naive and having low self-worth. Someone who is naive isn't a good enough judge of character (their own, and another's) to know when enough is enough.
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