Weekly Wrap Up: No Boys Allowed

Oh, boys—can’t live with them, can’t live without them. First he’s joining you for a romantic snowball fight or making you a thoughtful, handmade gift, then he’s holding your sexy pictures hostage and updating his Facebook status on your wedding day.

By Hillary

If only they could just read our minds and know what we really want. Spontaneous bouquets? Fabulous! Constantly yapping about his ex? Not so great.

Oh well; I guess things could be worse. You could be a poor, pants-deprived 11^th grader like Taylor Momsen (TayTay: I blame women like you for why there aren’t more female CEOs) or a soon-to-be-sacked slacker like the guy who let a Real Housewife crash the White House state dinner. You could be in a position where you have to resort to taking alcohol pills or subsisting only on freaky cafeteria food. You could be an actual groupie, rather than a recessionista who just lives on a groupie’s budget.

So chin up, lady, and don’t let the guys get you down—it’s Friday! Take a breather, indulge in some retail therapy, and try laying off the dudes for as long as you can stand it. It couldn’t hurt to take some me-time this weekend.