Guy talking to two girls walking out of the library: "Sorry, I don't hold doors open for girls wearing sweat pants. If you're not gonna try, neither am I."
Alright, Overheard @ BYU on facebook is admittedly pretty funny sometimes. But this time I was really kind of offended, no matter how many people tried to defend this jerk by saying he must have been joking. I'm sorry, but you don't joke with women and their looks, ok?
Yes, I wore sweatpants to campus today. Yes, I know my baggy men's sweatpants from Walmart, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, low pony tail and baseball hat with a dab of mascara on my eyelashes aren't going to get me the same attention as that chick over there in the cute jeans and sweater with her perfect hair and makeup. But I'm an elementary education major who only had one class this morning with only one guy who's already married. So why should I bother myself by waking up early to get decently ready when I'm only going to be on campus for an hour and a half sitting in that classroom with all girls when I could sleep for an extra 45 minutes and throw myself together as I head out the door with a banana? Ok boys, answer me that one, will you?
It's idiot boys like this that I want to kick really hard in the shin. Wake up Mister. Being a girl is not a piece of cake. Not only is there the whole child-bearing thing, there's also the amount of time and effort it requires to look nice. While you can get up, jump in for a 3 minute shower, throw on any clothes that don't even have to match, run a comb through your hair and be ready to go, it takes us about 5 times that long to be "presentable" by your ridiculous standards. That requires a shower that takes approximately 10 minutes, give or take, for a good shampoo and conditioning of our long, luscious locks that you love so much. (Go ahead, appreciate that awesome alliteration right there. It wasn't even planned.) Add three to five minutes if you want smooth legs. After that is the process of picking out what to wear. We can't just slap on a pair of shorts or jeans and any t-shirt in our closet. It has to match perfectly. And then there's the shoes that have to match too. Sometimes that is the hardest part. After the outfit is chosen comes hair and make up. This process is different for each girl. Some are blessed like me to be able to scrunch some mousse in her hair and be good to go. Others must blow dry, straighten, curl, pouf, etc. That can take a while. Make-up. You imagine how long that one takes. After hair and make up, you've got the whole look together and then it comes time to check in the mirror and see if you've made yourself presentable enough for said Mister at the library. Sometimes you are and you have time to sit down and eat that slimfast so you can lose those extra digits on the scale and be small enough to satisfy the jerk who told you that your average size was "too big." Sometimes it's all wrong though and you have to spend ten more minutes trying to figure out how to fix it and then you have to run out the door and skip breakfast all together, which is really what Jerk wants you to do after all.
So, Mister Jerk, what do you say to that now? Still a chauvinistic prat who thinks that girls are evil and deserve every bit of misery they bestowed upon themselves with that forbidden fruit? Well, let me tell you buddy, you won't stay happily married for long then. Sorry, but you're gonna have to see your wife without make up occasionally. And, well, unless she's a weirdo she probably won't sleep in those cute jeans and sweaters either. So why not get used to it now?
I mean, love is all about loving a person despite their imperfections, right? You shouldn't change anything about yourself in order for someone to "love" you. The man I marry will be long used to seeing me in sweats and no make-up. And he will find it endearing that when I eat I often get stains in the corners of my mouth and store food in my cheeks.
Granted, it's not appropriate for a girl to look like a bum every day and I know that. I like to think that I do a fairly decent job most of the time. But come on. Sometimes a girl just needs a sweatpants day. Maybe she stayed up till three finishing a project. Maybe her grandma died yesterday and she just doesn't care about looking nice that day. That does not, I repeat, DOES NOT give you the right to not be gentleman. Heaven help the girl who ever says yes when you ask her on a date. Hopefully she goes right home and burns every pair of sweatpants that she owns.
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