It's raining men

I lost my faith in men.

I've become cynical and indifferent towards them and I've lowered my expectations to an absolute minimum. I mean, I try to be nice to them and tell them nice things, but in reality, I've become one of those women who use men like some men use women and I don't even feel bad about it. They're just things. Things with a purpose like most other things, and I take what i need from them and move on. Very few are excepted this treatment.

I guess some people would call me a bitch. Just like they would call men like me bastards. And i guess that's ok, I mean, if you're the kind of person who'se in the buisness of judging other peoples buisnesses. But because I'm a woman it's so somehow different. I'm somehow supposed to want something different then men want and they are supposed to never get attached while I am supposed to. I don't buy it. I don't buy in to the men-don't-have-feelings-and-women-do analogy. It's a narrative designed to maintain oh-so-convenient gender-roles that we all love to feed into so much.

Speak up! I can't hear you!
I think more people need to learn how to be bitches. Say this is what i want from you, and this is what i don't want. I can't stand people who can't be frank about their intentions and read more into situations than they dare talk about, and then get pissy over the outcome. There is no implicit meaning in action, that's what so charming about it. Anything can happend next. Noone wants to read a book of which ending they allready know. So if I tell you I want something from you, I want just that, take it or leave it. The truth is, I most likely don't want to marry you, have your babies, see you tomorrow or not even sleep with you. And that's my friend frank for you.