Good for you. I wasn’t paranoid either. I can tell you about how I trusted my boyfriend, too, but that’s not why I found your comment disgusting. I found it terrible because I have been cheated on. I take it that you’re fortunate enough either not to have ever gone through that experience or to have recovered from it. For me, it was life changing. I’ve spoken to other girls who have been hurt in the same way and they say they won’t ever trust in the same way. Because that’s what happens when you walk into a room and see someone you love kissing another woman. You hurt. My eyes were red and my throat was sore from hysterically crying. I didn’t want to eat, so my friends (thank God for them) took turns coming to try to coax me into eating some junk food. I ached because my chest still swelled up every time I saw his name flash onto my phone. And then there’s the pain I inflicted on myself. That’s the worst part about getting cheated on. Everyone talks about what he does to you, but it’s what you say and think about yourself that’s worse. I grew up in the south, where I was surrounded by strong women. My mother taught me to love and respect myself. During this time, I degraded myself. I would stare at the mirror and make remarks about what could be better about my body. I wondered if it was my fault. Maybe I wasn’t smart enough. Maybe I wasn’t funny enough. Maybe I was boring. Then, I kicked myself for letting him get to me. I would call myself stupid all over again because I let him make me feel stupid. That’s why you and the writer of this article are on the receiving end of all of these comments. It’s because you knowingly helped someone else do this to another person. You can be smug about your boyfriend and how you belong together. You can even pat yourself for being right, because you are (as you said in your comment) heartless. But know this: there is nothing about your story that is worth bragging about. It will never be a love story. It is just a joke about two selfish people who found each other.
I would have felt bad for you if you didn’t know about his girlfriend from the get go (or at least that is what it sounds like). He’s a terrible guy, but I feel like you were complicit in any harm/hurt he inflicted on her. You know… the girl you pitied. The girl you listened to him talk badly about. The girl who problem loved him just as much, if not more than, you did. What do you think life is like her for? Because I have been there. And for every ounce of pain, confusion and weakness you felt, she probably felt it a million times over.
It breaks my heart that one of your family members called you to let you know that you were not invited to Christmas. That’s unbelievably cruel and unnecessary.
How can you be delusional enough to believe that the level of vitriol in your comment can be out of a place that isn’t bitter? I Googled “slut” and there’s not an official definition in any reputable dictionary site. You want to know why? Because it’s a word created to belittle women for having the audacity to not wear a chastity belt around. I don’t give a flying f-ck about who the writer is sleeping with as long as it isn’t my boyfriend. A person’s number is their business.
Honestly, this can be said for most television shows. People who are in a good place are labeled boring. People with high powered careers are lonely in their personal lives. It’s very rare for a show to present an image of someone who has their life together in a positive light.
I say this as someone who is waiting for marriage: your body, your business. You want to have sex? Have it. Don’t worry about your number. If a guy cares about it and disrespects you over it, then he is not good enough for you. The only time people need to be worried about their friends’ sex lives is if there is a health issue (ex: giving a heads up if a guy has passed along a disease or if they think their friend is going home with someone dangerous).
A part of me wants to disagree because I consented to unprotected sex. The rest of me thinks that this guy is stupid. There’s a time to try to save money and economize, but that time is not when you’re trying to prevent a pregnancy. Also, I’d be a little annoyed that he worded it “halfsies.” I don’t know why, but this entire situation would anger me.
The “I won’t fit” excuse is funnier now because there are videos online of people shoving shoes and phones into condoms. If you’re bigger than a size 11 men’s shoe, I don’t want you in me. I have spin class tomorrow.
I know several people in the circumstances you described and they have all made it work. There are payment plans and scholarships, which can be discreetly arranged. If you are going through something that makes it hard for you to attend classes and fulfill your obligations, then that is an extenuating circumstance that I know (from personal experience) that your sorority will understand. If you have learning disabilities and struggle in school, that is something to take up with the university’s resource/health center and professors. Your professors can arrange special testing times/sites so you can take your exam in the best environment for you. The writer isn’t ignorant of other people’s struggles; she’s probably an exec member who is tired of her sisters disappointing her and disrespecting their sisterhood.
So… this woman is experiencing what my mother describes as the most painful process on this planet and she can do a better job with her eyeliner than I can.
Let’s be real here… “one of the guys” roughly translates into “the only 6 or so guys/people on this planet who won’t call me out for being crazy/annoying.” There’s no way someone is well-adjusted yet completely incapable with forming a friendship with an entire freaking gender.
Does anyone else find it weird that an off-campus house “associated” with the fraternity can be used as a reason for them being suspended? None of the guys in the photos had on letters. The school’s name wasn’t even on the signs.
People are judging these girls because they have the audacity to not feel guilty for being white, privileged and pretty. Like, how dare they? Really. It’s so awful. Glitter is the reason there’s a wage gap. *gasp* Sarcasm aside, Carrie Sheffield and everyone else bashing these women are so full of crap. “Hyper femininity” should not be a critique. They’re literally saying that these girls should be embarrassed for being girls. Stuff like this is what sets the feminist movement back.
Friend named Alex? Is that a confirmation that this is THE GIRL from TGDAG?
Good for you. I wasn’t paranoid either. I can tell you about how I trusted my boyfriend, too, but that’s not why I found your comment disgusting. I found it terrible because I have been cheated on. I take it that you’re fortunate enough either not to have ever gone through that experience or to have recovered from it. For me, it was life changing. I’ve spoken to other girls who have been hurt in the same way and they say they won’t ever trust in the same way. Because that’s what happens when you walk into a room and see someone you love kissing another woman. You hurt. My eyes were red and my throat was sore from hysterically crying. I didn’t want to eat, so my friends (thank God for them) took turns coming to try to coax me into eating some junk food. I ached because my chest still swelled up every time I saw his name flash onto my phone. And then there’s the pain I inflicted on myself. That’s the worst part about getting cheated on. Everyone talks about what he does to you, but it’s what you say and think about yourself that’s worse. I grew up in the south, where I was surrounded by strong women. My mother taught me to love and respect myself. During this time, I degraded myself. I would stare at the mirror and make remarks about what could be better about my body. I wondered if it was my fault. Maybe I wasn’t smart enough. Maybe I wasn’t funny enough. Maybe I was boring. Then, I kicked myself for letting him get to me. I would call myself stupid all over again because I let him make me feel stupid. That’s why you and the writer of this article are on the receiving end of all of these comments. It’s because you knowingly helped someone else do this to another person. You can be smug about your boyfriend and how you belong together. You can even pat yourself for being right, because you are (as you said in your comment) heartless. But know this: there is nothing about your story that is worth bragging about. It will never be a love story. It is just a joke about two selfish people who found each other.
How you got him is how you’ll lose him. Come back then and tell me if you feel the same way then.
I would have felt bad for you if you didn’t know about his girlfriend from the get go (or at least that is what it sounds like). He’s a terrible guy, but I feel like you were complicit in any harm/hurt he inflicted on her. You know… the girl you pitied. The girl you listened to him talk badly about. The girl who problem loved him just as much, if not more than, you did. What do you think life is like her for? Because I have been there. And for every ounce of pain, confusion and weakness you felt, she probably felt it a million times over.
It breaks my heart that one of your family members called you to let you know that you were not invited to Christmas. That’s unbelievably cruel and unnecessary.
How can you be delusional enough to believe that the level of vitriol in your comment can be out of a place that isn’t bitter? I Googled “slut” and there’s not an official definition in any reputable dictionary site. You want to know why? Because it’s a word created to belittle women for having the audacity to not wear a chastity belt around. I don’t give a flying f-ck about who the writer is sleeping with as long as it isn’t my boyfriend. A person’s number is their business.
Honestly, this can be said for most television shows. People who are in a good place are labeled boring. People with high powered careers are lonely in their personal lives. It’s very rare for a show to present an image of someone who has their life together in a positive light.
I say this as someone who is waiting for marriage: your body, your business. You want to have sex? Have it. Don’t worry about your number. If a guy cares about it and disrespects you over it, then he is not good enough for you. The only time people need to be worried about their friends’ sex lives is if there is a health issue (ex: giving a heads up if a guy has passed along a disease or if they think their friend is going home with someone dangerous).
Maybe Michael and Todd are brothers.
#10 is my life. There’s something about being clean and lying in bed.
A part of me wants to disagree because I consented to unprotected sex. The rest of me thinks that this guy is stupid. There’s a time to try to save money and economize, but that time is not when you’re trying to prevent a pregnancy. Also, I’d be a little annoyed that he worded it “halfsies.” I don’t know why, but this entire situation would anger me.
The “I won’t fit” excuse is funnier now because there are videos online of people shoving shoes and phones into condoms. If you’re bigger than a size 11 men’s shoe, I don’t want you in me. I have spin class tomorrow.
I know several people in the circumstances you described and they have all made it work. There are payment plans and scholarships, which can be discreetly arranged. If you are going through something that makes it hard for you to attend classes and fulfill your obligations, then that is an extenuating circumstance that I know (from personal experience) that your sorority will understand. If you have learning disabilities and struggle in school, that is something to take up with the university’s resource/health center and professors. Your professors can arrange special testing times/sites so you can take your exam in the best environment for you. The writer isn’t ignorant of other people’s struggles; she’s probably an exec member who is tired of her sisters disappointing her and disrespecting their sisterhood.
The phrase “Bootleg Little Dicky” caused me to giggle so hard in public that multiple people are giving me the side-eye.
So… this woman is experiencing what my mother describes as the most painful process on this planet and she can do a better job with her eyeliner than I can.
We also know that Tim isn’t perfect because Melissa has complained to us every single time Tim did something stupid.
They’re the same guy. Michael had to change his name to Todd to get escape this crazy chick.
Let’s be real here… “one of the guys” roughly translates into “the only 6 or so guys/people on this planet who won’t call me out for being crazy/annoying.” There’s no way someone is well-adjusted yet completely incapable with forming a friendship with an entire freaking gender.
Does anyone else find it weird that an off-campus house “associated” with the fraternity can be used as a reason for them being suspended? None of the guys in the photos had on letters. The school’s name wasn’t even on the signs.
People are judging these girls because they have the audacity to not feel guilty for being white, privileged and pretty. Like, how dare they? Really. It’s so awful. Glitter is the reason there’s a wage gap. *gasp* Sarcasm aside, Carrie Sheffield and everyone else bashing these women are so full of crap. “Hyper femininity” should not be a critique. They’re literally saying that these girls should be embarrassed for being girls. Stuff like this is what sets the feminist movement back.