Tellin' it like it is...

Here's the thing:

girls aren't as complicated as guys seem to think we are. 

For the most part, we just want life to be like a good Taylor Swift song or the end of a John Hughes movie. It's not that difficult. What it comes down to is this: we don't want to have to do all the work. I mean, please. We're already required to do our hair, put on makeup, smell good, and walk in heels without falling over. Most of us are even willing to be sparkling and witty as well as watching approved sporting events with you (no WWE wrestling for this girl though I'll happily sit through a Red Sox game or any college football game). For the deserving, I'd even be willing to make a sandwich. Hell, if I really like you, I'll make you dinner.

And what do we ask in return for all of this? A date. Not a lifetime commitment. Just a simple date. How is this concept so difficult to grasp? What? You're not sure if a girl likes you? ASK HER OUT. You don't know if you can hold a conversation with her for an entire date? ASK HER ON A WALK. You're poor? Let me tell you this: she doesn't care if you spend tons of money. Most girls just want to be asked out by a nice guy who will open their door for them when they get in the car.

 It's some sort of insane stereotype that girls automatically jump from a simple date to forever. Yeah, our minds work a mile a minute but we're not planning out eternity and we most definitely wait until at least the third date to pick out names for our kids (if you didn't catch the massive sarcasm there, you're in trouble). It's just part of our process.

Sometimes, things just don't work out. Sometimes you don't click. Sometimes you like her and she doesn't like you. Or vice versa. But how in heaven's name will you ever know if you don't go on a date?! Also? For the record? Hanging out does NOT count as a date. If you need clarification, ask your parents. Mine frequently remind me what a date is supposed to contain.

End rant.

A smallish rant or two...

So this morning, as I was doing my regular perusing of the interwebs before getting down to business (ba ha ha, that's funny since I work at the business school. Get it? Sometimes I just crack myself up), I found this  article from clear back in November before that 8th and final Harry Potter movie came out on DVD.

Before you start guessing, I'm not really upset by the fact that Rowling thought seriously about killing Ron. I mean, he's lovely and all, but it wouldn't have been the end of my world. What just drives me nuts is the comments. I only read a few of the over 2,000 but if one more person mentioned how the "movies would have played out differently without Ron" then I was going to scream. And not a nice little dainty scream. A break-the-glass-help-someone-is-trying-to-kill-me scream. Yes, dear tech smothered generation, the movies would have played out differently but ONLY because they were based on these lovely things called books, which definitely would have turned out differently without Ron. Read one. It might help you learn about cause and effect.

And scene.