SPENCE: Women are confusing
As I continue my education at Central Michigan University, only one thing remains more confusing to me than math: women.
It is evident that I am a woman myself, but the people of my gender frustrate and confuse me daily.
Growing up, I always ditched my Barbie dolls to climb trees and play tag with my best friends and neighbors Paul and Evan. In sixth grade I always listened to Metallica, not Britney Spears.
I don't understand trendy things like Bumpits and leggings and when drinking can often be found swigging a drink of a dark beer, not sipping a fruity cocktail.
One particular reason I feel critical of women is the way we can be catty and blatantly rude to each other for no good reason.
It disgusts me when I'm waiting for class to start and I can hear girls sitting behind me verbally ripping apart what other classmates are wearing — often commenting loud enough for their targets to hear.
Similarly, as I walk into certain bars in town, girls will scan what I'm wearing then give me a dirty look. It's not like I wear anything too risqué or different, so why do women feel the need to pick me apart?
Who cares if you don't like someone's clothes, hair or makeup? What makes them think their negative opinions are important enough to express openly?
I would like to think women are more supportive of one another. Instead, I see us treat each other like crap over stupid, petty things.
Too often I notice women get jealous and mean over other's new relationships, work accomplishments, clothes, et cetera. These are instances we should be celebrating, not condemning.
Another feminine thing that perplexes me is temperament. When I'm mad at someone and they ask, "Is something wrong?" I never answer with a quick, "I'm fine," like many women do — If I'm mad I'm going to tell you why.
I never have a problem telling someone why I'm pissed. Because of this the issue is usually resolved quickly, instead of being dragged out.
I have observed too many women holding grudges instead of getting angry, expressing that anger and getting over it.
My mom explained it to me best.
"Some girls like to play mind games, are fake with people and are full of B.S.," she said. "You hate playing mind games, B.S. and you always keep it real"
