It’s a curse bestowed on even the nicest of us. Even though we love puppies, babies, and being kind to strangers, people still think the worst of us. We end up having to explain ourselves, bend over backwards, and plaster a fake smile on our faces to get people to stop pestering us.
Because no matter what we do or how hard we try, we look like total bitches. And our natural setting? Resting bitch face.
We can’t help that our facial muscles give off the vibe that we like pushing toddlers down or keying cars. It’s not like we’re actually off stealing money from the homeless or sending dogs to the pound. But our faces? Our faces makes us look like total cunts. And for the longest time, we thought that we were the problem. We would try to make excuses. “I’m just thinking” or “my boyfriend’s grandma just died” (even though you don’t have a boyfriend. And he doesn’t have a grandma). But it turns out, we’re not the problem. In fact, we’re the solution. We’re the future. And we’re the fucking best.
In the past (like the ’60s past), a psychologist named Albert Mehrabian figured out that we use mostly non-verbal cues to communicate. You know, like when the bf asks what’s wrong, and you say that “you’re fine” but you look like you want to stab him with a fucking fork? Yeah. Like that.
But then, in an article by Rene Paulson, we’re finally given the answers as to why those of us with a bitchy demeanor actually win at life.
Women confronted by a world that automatically attaches negative attributes to their non-smiling face must quickly learn how to communicate and also hone a finely-tuned awareness of both our own emotions and the emotions of those around us… Women used to being constantly misunderstood focus more on the words someone says, rather than their tone, body cues, or facial expressions, ensuring a more effective flow of information between both parties.
We must also quickly develop a strong sense of self-awareness. This self-awareness allows you to adapt quickly in volatile or unfamiliar situations—an invaluable trait when presenting before a room full or strangers or superiors, for example.
And then there’s the empathy factor. Women used to being constantly misunderstood focus more on the words someone says, rather than their tone, body cues, or facial expressions, ensuring a more effective flow of information between both parties.
So basically, those of us with RBF have learned how to read people, express ourselves, and adapt to different social situations quickly. Ugh, isn’t exhausting being so much better than everyone else? I guess someone has to do it. And as long as we have faces that look like we wish root canals on all of our loves ones, I guess we’re just going to go on being better than anyone else. That’s just the price we pay for making children, and boyfriends, cry. Ah well. More social advancement for us..