Nibblies: Bits and Bits and Bits

First off, no, I won't be "outing" the guy who played the creepy-McCreep trick of emailing my sex blog address and then doing a follow-up email to my "real world, looking for a job" email address.

Call me crazy, but what's the point? Some anonymous email address gets outted? Oh, whoopty-doo, that'll hurt him. Just makes me look like a putz, more like. He hasn't gotten an email back from me, so I'm sure he's clued in that I'm not swooning madly at his feeble attempts to impress me. I doubt I'll hear back from him again.

Second, yet another job interview looms. Fingers crossed, please.

Third, so there's this new show and I've seen all of 60 seconds of it, but I have some taped and will be weighing in with an opinion. It's ABC's How To Get The Guy. Great, just what we need. Yet another show that teaches women how to pander to the men around them in the hopes that maybe, JUST MAYBE one of them will see her for the star she truly is, and then they'll just let'er shine, baby.

For fuck's sake, let's just once have guys feeling like the desperate morons that need to pander to us, okay? Let's stop having this whole "oh, woe is me!" and "be a bettah babe" mentality that chicks seem to suffer from, all right? There's NOTHING wrong with you. Love's a bitch and it's better that it fails more than it succeeds, because then you GET it when you GOT it. Get it?

Men are great when they KNOW what they want. The rest of the time, they're loveable fucking pains in the asses, and doing all you can to up your charm quotient and flirt like the dickens is probably gonna do sweet fuck all to knock some sense in his head, which is the part that really needs to transpire.

But since the media knows there's only limited appeal to a reality show that has a bunch of Manhattan women lined up in the street with those giant plastic sledgehammers as they wait for the opportunity up and bell-ring the dude of their dreams with said sledgehammer, we just keep getting the same old crap spoon-fed to us in a new manner. How to snag a man. How to get laid, get happy, get a minivan, and get the fuck on. How to ignore the fact that it's really the rest of your life leaving you feeling like you've got a gaping hole in your soul as you chase down a guy who's ultimately probably gonna be a bad fix who'll last you less than any classic seven-year itch.

God forbid we ever stop trying to solve our giant emptinesses with people around us, or that we stop blaming our failings on the people we're in relationships with, because then what in the hell would the Hollywood types ever do with all those television scheduling hours that need to be filled with, gasp, content?

Besides, new evidence shows that the notion of "sexual chemistry" tends to be something schemed up by men within the first five minutes of meeting a woman, whether it's there or not. How in the HELL is watching 15 episodes of an over-simplified "If you do THIS, you'll GET him" man-hookin' methodology gonna do sweet fuck all for you if men are even MORE simple than we'd ever nightmared anyhow?

Sure, there are tricks you need to know. How to grin, how to use body language to your advantage, how to talk, how to kiss. I'm just thinking it goes two ways. I'm hoping the media figures that the fuck out soon. There're far too many clueless men out there. Let's start empowering THEM for a change and see what that does to shake up the mix, all right?

(Besides, I have this theory that women overcompensate in the "hunt" for the man for the fact that they often don't know what the hell to do with him to keep him one they got him. Sexual issues, et al, are probably areas that need to be explored more than the realm of how to get him onto a first date. That's the easy part. Geez.)