Back when school started, I wrote this frilly, optimistic post on how being a woman rocks. I was scrolling through my archives yesterday and figured it was about time for the sequel.
Brace yourselves and enjoy this alarming photo of yours truly acting certifiably crazy... In a public history museum, no less...
Can anyone else tell that this post was written following a rough Monday...? ;)
one || At least three and sometimes up to seven whole days out of EVERY month, our insides hate us. This typically results in rage, being declared "certifiably crazy," and usually leads to the next reason...
two || Boys are always calling us a "spaz." What even is that? I'M NOT A "SPAZ" OKAY?
three || Remember all the chocolate I talked about eating in this post? Yeah. It goes straight to your gluteus maximus, so ya might wanna rethink that.
four || We get poked in the eye by God awful mascara wands more times than we can count and it still hurts the same every.single.time.
five || People always laugh at and mock our mean voices. Like, NO. I am a woman. HEAR ME ROAR.
six || We're pretty much always a hot minute away from mental breakdowns and ruining our makeup for the day. One wrong move... One wrong word...
seven || We tend to overthink things. And by "things" I mean anything and absolutely everything,
eight || People always stop playing with our hairrrrrrrrrrrr. Again, NO. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO IT FOREVERRRRR.
nine || Oh, you say you like cats? Even one time? You're a cat lady. No if's, and's, or's, or but's about it. Meow.
ten || Think about your morning routine. Personally, I spend about an hour getting ready everyday. Son of a nutcracker... THAT'S A LOT OF FREAKING TIME. FML.
I'm giving you a chance to complain, ladies. Let's hear it! What totally sucks about being a woman?