Question for La Tuff?! Email her at TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com for answerindos.*

*Offer does not apply on already discounted answers.

Dear Tuffy Luv,

Please help me. My name is Rob and I really wish I had a girlfriend. I try asking girls at parties and get turned down left and right.

I think I might just be incredibly ugly looking or something. The worst part is I have a lot of respect for girls and would never hurt a girl.

I don’t know what to do. I’m going to die alone. Please help.

Rob

Dear Rob,

Oh my God, Rob. Are you serious with this? Are you really going to make me get medieval on your shoop?  SIGHHHHH. Okayyyyy. But you asked for it.

Rob, you fool. You’re not going to die alone.

I don’t know if you’re ugly. You didn’t include a snapshot. And, anyway, Tuffy ain’t no Hot or Not biznatch. But, Rob, Robert, Robby. It’s this ugly lack of confidence that’s gotten you into this girlfriendless pickle.

You know, this is especially timely. Valentine’s Day just passed and a lot of Tuffy’s friends are in a funk. They say, “Tuffy, why didn’t I have a Valentine? Why didn’t anyone send me flowers? Why am I buying up sale candy like chocolate is going extinct?” I say, honeys, it’s because of this (Rob, listen up):

Nobody’s gonna love you if you are down on yourself. Maybe an abusive asshoop will pretend to love you or become obsessed with you so that he can manipulate and control you. But no one is going to love you.

But, Rob and honeys, that is not because no one is ever going to love you! Unless you are a total asshoop yourself, there will be someone (probably many someones) who will fall in love with you for the right reasons, because you are a sweetheart, or because you’re a great friend, or for any number of the reasons that make you you.

Got news, Rob et al: NO ONE CAN SEE YOUR GOOD TRAITS IF YOU’RE WHINING THAT NO ONE LOVES YOU.

So, my advice: Take a breather. Forget about looking for a girlfriend, Rob. Stop asking out every girl you see (because, boy, that ain’t flattering to no one). Don’t just out everything with a hooha–that is a sure way to constant rejection. Take part in activities you enjoy, and meet girls casually that way. Only ask them out AFTER you’ve gotten to know them. When you are genuinely interested in someone because you genuinely click, chances are they’ll be interested in you too.

Don’t get down on yourself, kid. Just stop whining and start listening.

Hearts & Skulls,
Tuffy Luv

February is International Boost Self-Esteem Month, and I think it comes at a perfect time.  We could all benefit from a little (or big) boost of self-lovin’ when the holidays are long gone, the weather is cold, and school is starting to get stressful again.

Self-esteem is a major issue in our perfection-driven and celeb-obsessed society, and college-aged women are especially vulnerable.  There’s so much pressure to get straight A’s, pad your resume with extracurriculars, be a social butterfly and a dating expert, and look like a model while doing it all.  It’s so easy for our self-esteem to plummet when expectations for us are sky-high, but letting this happen can actually be dangerous!

Low self-worth puts you at a high risk for eating disorders (experts say that at least 1/5 of college girls suffer from one), and drug use, and can eventually lead to unhealthy relationships and problems in the workplace.  So this month, let’s stop with the self-deprecating and learn to love ourselves!

Need a little help? No problem. We turned to some experts to give us tried-and-true tips to boost our self-esteem. No cheesy mantras here – just real things you can do to make yourself feel better about…yourself.

Kim Brittingham, author of “Read My Hips,” says: Stop comparing yourself to other women. “Focus on being the best YOU
 can be. Trying to live up to or exceed someone else’s personal best is
 a losing game to begin with. We’re too unique; our paths to happiness, 
health and success will vary as much as our DNA. Besides, that kind of
 competitive comparison is a wasteful distraction. Keep your eye on the
 prize — your own, not someone else’s.”

Mary Jones, host of The Mary Jones Show, says: Act confidently. “Research has proven that if you act confidently – even if you’re not feeling it – you will soon feel more confident. Your mind will begin to feel the way your body is acting.”

Shari Berkowitz, Pilates instructor, says: Do Pilates. “Running on a treadmill for 45-60 minutes inside a gym and lifting weights are completely mindless exercises, simply so you can try to achieve those unreasonable images that society puts out.  Pilates, however, is a type of exercise regime with a purpose of creating a balanced body and mind.  It just so happens that this method of exercise develops a long, lean body with great strength and flexibility.  The visual that people (especially women) are looking for is developed, but there is far more to it.  The sort of physical and mental strength that one develops in Pilates is empowering.  This is ‘mindful exercise.’”

Debbie Mandel, author of “Addicted to Stress,” says: Find your passion. “Women follow an endless to-do list, depleting themselves to prove their self-worth. When a woman discovers her passion, what makes her heart sing, she delights in her uniqueness and knows how she differs from others. She values herself, her time and energy. Stress erodes identity,   however, tapping into creativity revives the hidden girl within who had dreams and was spontaneous and natural.”

DeAnna Radaj, Feng Shui specialist, says: Do a Vision Board. “A Vision Board helps the 
person actually DEFINE what self-esteem means to them, allows them to
 visualize what THEY would look/feel like with confidence & self-esteem.
” Once you know what it is that gives you self esteem, you are more capable to go out there and get it.

Jeremy Hamburgh, dating expert, says: Bulletproof yourself. “When women dress stylishly for a
 situation, they feel bulletproof.  The definition of self-esteem is a favorable impression of oneself.  Bulletproofing is one way that women can build that favorable self impression.  What makes it so powerful is that it is self-fulfilling.  When a woman bulletproofs herself, she feels comfortable in her surroundings, which increases her confidence, which causes others to perceive her positively, which makes her feel even more comfortable in her surroundings.”

Selena Rezvani, author of “The Next Generation of Women Leaders,” says: Keep a triumph log. “In life, we tend not to really savor and relish our 
successes. The critical, dissatisfied part of us often booms with
 complaints while the positive, encouraging side of us feebly tries to
get a word in. By keeping a log of your proudest moments, including
 those times that you saw yourself as most courageous or brave, you have 
a ready inventory of accomplishments that can crowd out doubts. Just
 flipping through your victory log will renew your confidence time and
 again.”

I love the way I look. I’m confident and generally pleased with my body in a bikini. Well, at least I am now… after my breast enhancement. That’s right, I have implants and I’m not ashamed of it.

I’ll give you a moment to get all your thoughts and comments out of the way:

“I can’t believe you succumbed to breast implants just to fill some ignorant societal notion that ‘bigger is better.’”
“Getting implants is so slutty.”
“You’re an embarrassment to women and should be ashamed for fueling the fire for women to attain an impossible body image.”

Trust me. I’ve heard it all. But maybe it’s time for you to hear my side of the story. I’m not giving you the stink eye for going all natural (or spending all your money on Victoria’s Secret’s latest push-up), so hear me out.

I never was extraordinarily flat-chested, but I couldn’t fill out my prom dress the way most girls could. I had perky ta-tas, but they never drew any attention. I was unhappy with my chest, which left me rather unhappy with myself. I envied girls with bigger chests; I often felt they were more worthy than me. And why not? The guys who were walking right past me and fawning all over them and their cleavage-y ways seemed to think so.  I even resorted to stuffing my bra a couple times; particularly embarrassing when I had bits of Kleenex poking out of my Gap tank top after gym class one day in high school. Boarding school kids show no mercy.

The point is, I wasn’t happy with my body and I wanted to do something about it. I can work out and get a flat tummy, throw some cover-up under my eyes when I’ve downed too many dirty martinis at Pure and guess what? I can go to my doctor and get him to boost my, errr, confidence.

I know the taboos and I knew all the risks going into the surgery, but I’m thrilled with my choice. I feel better about ME. It’s not about pleasing others and it doesn’t mean I’m going to run out and pose for Playboy (at least not yet) or hop onto a pole (although I am a big fan of Carmen Electra’s strip tease excercise DVDs); it was a personal choice and I feel my life has improved significantly in more ways than one because of it.

No one says anything to the girl who works out six days a week and starts eating healthy when she feels self-conscious about her weight. Same for the millions of girls who dye their hair or layer on the makeup every day. We all have our insecurities and, let’s be honest, we’d all do just about anything to fix them and make ourselves feel better.

My boobs were my insecurity and my implants make me feel better. In fact, they make me feel great.

And really, what’s so different between what I did and, say, that water bra you picked up last week?

Unlike many of my friends, I didn’t spend my summer working my butt off at some incredible internship, or traveling around the globe checking out exotic places. I put my seven years of competitive swimming to use and decided to teach people how to swim at a nearby university. Not only did I get to enjoy the gorgeous Miami weather on a daily basis (when we weren’t having torrential downpours) and get to look at the even more gorgeous guys, I learned some very interesting things.

For example, even the cutest little girl’s vomit will be vile when you are covered with it. And, even though the adorable boy you teach can’t be more than 40 pounds, his “accidental” kicks to your lady parts will make you see stars. Every. single. time.

Since I don’t plan on teaching swimming or working with kids in the future, I didn’t anticipate learning anything super important through this job. I figured I’d be in the sun, make some money, and get really pruney fingers now and then. But while I was teaching these little kids how to stay afloat in a large body of water, they were teaching me a much bigger lesson.

The thing is, kids are crazy confident. But it’s not just regular confidence; it’s the type that magazines promise you’ll get if you turn to page 124! It’s the kind that would keep you from caring if you ever fell face first in front of your crush, or even in front of your ex and his new girlfriend.

One of my students, Karl*, basically thought he was the next Olympian. He’d try a new stroke, completely butcher it, and come up gasping for air.”Good, right?!” he’d ask. At the end of the lesson, as a little treat, I would take Karl over to the diving board. He’d climb on up there and throw himself off of it, limbs outstretched, hollering in some language only 8-year-old boys can understand. He didn’t care who was watching or what they thought; he did what he wanted to do.

Then there was me, surveying the scene as I walked around the pool to see who was watching and if they noticed the cellulite on my thighs I was trying to cover with a pair of Soffes. I was conscious about my every move, constantly thinking about who was out there and what they were thinking of me.

Then there was Eloise*, a precious little four-year-old. Kid sank like a rock every time I let go of her. Even if I tried to help her along or bring her closer to the wall she was swimming to, she’d screech “No! I can swim!” while wriggling out of my grasp like a puppy. She had faith that she could do it, even though she kept messing up. Eloise didn’t ever seem scared of failing (or drowning, in this case), she was just excited to try again and see what she could do.

Where does this kind of confidence, this infallible belief in ourselves, go as we get older? Why can’t we just do what we want to do instead of getting bogged down by our fears of rejection, failure, and how other people perceive us? Why can’t we face the world with the “I can do that” attitude of our childhood selves, instead of with the feeling that we’ll never be good enough for everyone around us?

We need to get a hold of that confidence again!

These kids taught me that you can accomplish so much if you just fully, 100% believe that you can. This applies to everything, from getting a date with a hot guy that’s “out of your league” (I hate when people say that!) to scoring an A in econ if you’re not a math person (I could definitely use some confidence in that area). When we believe we will fail, we will. And when we focus more on what other people think, we lose ourselves.

I’m no failure and I’m definitely not ready to give up on being me. I may have taught my students how to swim without their floaties, but they taught my how to live without my baggage. And to consider investing in some protection for my lady parts.

*Names changed to protect the adorable.

I’m a stripper.

Well, not really, but I have done a good number of amateur nights. I’ve danced on stage naked for strangers, swung around the pole, and even given private dances. I was incredibly nervous my first time, but realized quickly that it was EASY and exhilarating.

I thought this week I would share some tips with you guys on how to give the perfect striptease – I promise it’s easier than you think! Even more, it’s fun and definitely something new and exciting for you and your partner to share. He’ll love seeing you in a sexy new light and you’ll love the power you have to turn him to putty in your hands.

Pick Music Your Comfortable With
Pick a song you know and make sure it’s something you’re comfortable moving to. You don’t have to be a good dancer to give a good strip tease, you just have to be comfortably with whatever you’re doing. If you’re unsure of  your dance moves, pick something slow. If you love to bump and grind, pick something with a faster pace. The song choice doesn’t matter; it’s how you move with it that does.

Take Your Time
The most important component of a strip-tease is the stripping; once all your clothes are off you’re just dancing around naked (your boyfriend will probably love it, but you’ll feel awkward). Take your time removing each item, and wear clothes with buttons or zippers that you can undo slowly…and without awkwardly pulling them over your head.

Be Sensual
Like I said before, you don’t have to be a good dancer to give a good strip tease. Move slowly and sensually. It’s corny but I have to say it anyway: make love to the music. Look like YOU’RE the one getting sexual pleasure from the dance, not whoever is watching you.

Be Interactive
Make eye contact. Give a sexy smile. Play with your partner’s hair or clothing. Sit in their lap. Basically, make your audience part of the experience.

Have Fun
One night I was on stage swinging my legs around and my shoe flung off. Mortifying, right? I kept my cool and laughed it off, joked about it to the few guys who saw, and ended up making even more tips. I assume most of you will probably be dancing for a special someone rather than a group a strangers, so it should be even easier to laugh off any act of clumsiness.

Keep Clean
Believe it or not, the shoe incident wasn’t the most embarrassing stripping experience I’ve ever had. Once I was on stage and realized I had bits of toilet paper stuck in my naughty-bits. I was MORTIFIED and still had to finish my set. Since then I’ve never gone on stage before examining the area thoroughly and I suggest you do the same.

Have a Drink
It’s common knowledge that you feel a little less inhibited when there’s some liquid courage in your system. If you’re extremely nervous or uncomfortable, have a drink before your man arrives. But only a drink; getting woozy and face-planting between his legs isn’t the sexiest part of a striptease.

There you have it, a few simple steps to the perfect striptease. And who knows, if you enjoy it maybe I’ll see you at amateur night some time!

This week I asked the writers to dole out the advice again. This time, though, we’re dishing it to the ladies. Not because we hate, but because we want to stop our fellow females from making huge life mistakes. YOu know, like wearing full makeup to the gym or starving themselves to fit some unrealistic standard of beauty.

Share your own nuggets of wisdom and advice with your sistas in the comments section.

Kiki – University of Missouri: Friends don’t let friends date Justin Bobbys. Also, you can probably get that top for $24.80 at Forever 21.

Gemma – NYU: Cliche but true: chicks before dicks. Men can be awesome, but you’ll have more fun if you spend less time thinking about ‘em, do what makes you happy, enjoy your kick-ass friends, and then let a lucky fella or two come along for the ride.

Alex – Lakehead University: Don’t compromise yourself for a boy. You won’t have to change anything about yourself when someone loves you.

Leah – Ryerson University: If you have to think about whether a piece of clothing is too short or too tight, it probably is.

John – UConn: Girls, secretly, men all wish we could be pretty like you. I mean, right? Right, guys?

Thu – USC: Five-inch heels are not necessary for class. Seriously.

Erica – Kent State University: Don’t hate the girl, hate YOUR GUY.

Lauren – University of Michigan: The number inside your clothes doesn’t matter. What does matter is how they fit. You’ll only look bigger if you try and squeeze that booty into a size too small.

Ricki- University of Michigan: You may think that faking an orgasm is a good idea, but in reality, your man will never learn the real way to please you.  Try instructing him instead.

Lauren H – The New School: Always carry condoms! You cannot rely on men to be prepared!

Katie – Michigan State University:  Pajamas are for your bedroom, not anywhere else.  I don’t care if it’s only the grocery store, even jeans and a tee-shirt are better!

Donnette – Manhattanville College: DO NOT depend on a guy to boost your self esteem. Find yourself, love yourself, respect yourself.

Noa – CU Boulder: Making out with other girls doesn’t make guys want you. It makes them think you’re trashy.

Vanessa – Sheridan College: You WILL be okay, even if you’re single.

Liza M – University of Minnesota: Invest in quality, well-fitting bras! Seriously girls, they make all the difference – you’ll look and feel fabulous

Charlsie — Hollins University: Every woman needs to know how to check her oil by herself. It seems like a small task, but I think it’s pretty important.

Maddie – Tufts: Know when the something looks good on you, and if it doesn’t, don’t wear it just because it’s “in.” Ex. if you are not tall and somewhat thin, do not wear high waisted jean shorts. Just don’t!

She calls me really early in the morning, or really late at night. To talk about reality TV shows.
Whenever I’m on the phone with her, she hangs up abruptly to get another call…without saying goodbye.
She pees with the door open in the powder room on the main floor of our house.
She backed into my car when it was parked on her driveway…

But no matter how much I want to shake her and scream, “MOM IT’S 8AM ON A SUNDAY AND I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU THINK OF RAMONA!” the woman has given me so much and I can’t forget that.

My mom is one of the most generous people I know, always giving her time and services to other people. She will do anything for me, including moving me and all my stuff from dorm to sorority house to house to apartment to apartment. She’s always in the mood for a trip to the mall and sometimes even throws her credit card down at the register. She’s an awesome cook, she’s pretty good at Scrabble and she did apologize when she backed into my car…

But the thing I’m most grateful for when it comes to my mom is the confidence and self esteem she has instilled in me.

I was a fat kid growing up. And not just baby fat. Fat fat. I was tall and big and had a perm – needless to say, I stuck out. But I never knew it. In fact, I didn’t realize quite how big I was until I looked at pictures from my childhood long after those years were over. At the time, thanks to my mom, I thought I was just like everyone else. You see, she was a plus sized woman, but I never realized there was anything wrong with that. I don’t remember my mom ever talking about her weight. I don’t remember her ever hiding herself or her body out of shame.

What I do remember is her putting on a bathing suit every day in the summer and enjoying our backyard pool with the many guests she’d invite over. Women who were half her size refused to take off their cover-ups because they had “fat thighs.” But not my mom. She wouldn’t even wear a cover-up. She didn’t care what people thought of her – she was going to enjoy that hot, summer day.

So that is how I grew up.

I never knew there was anything “wrong” with my body, so I never tried to hide or change it. My mother taught me that my body was my body and it was never something to be ashamed of. She never forced me to eat fruit instead of a brownie, or put me on a diet before I was ready. She didn’t want me to grow up thinking she didn’t like me the way that I was. She always just told me I was beautiful.

My mom let me make all my life decisions – from what I was going to eat that day to how I was going to feel about my body – on my own. And then, no matter what they were, she supported me. When I wanted to go on a diet, my mom went with me. When I started working out, she went with me. And when I had a bad day at school and wanted a giant ice cream sundae from the restaurant down the street, she went with me. And ate more than half.

She never focused on weight or size or numbers. She just focused on being happy, however that happened to look for me. So I grew up loving myself – even when there was a lot more to love.

I sometimes make jokes around my mom about how good looking and perfect I am now.

“How do you fit your head through the door?” she’ll ask me, shaking her head.  She can hate all she wants, but she created this self confident monster. And I love me her for it.

My mom is the bomb and deserves the world on this lovely Mother’s Day. My dream is to take her to a spa for a week to relax (it’s 10% off!), get pampered and reward her for everything she does. My reality is a Hallmark card and a giant hug. And this article. I love you, mom!

How has your mom shaped the woman you are today? Honor her in the comments section below!

Instead of grabbing a cigarette or another cup of coffee, use exercise this year as a way to alleviate the overwhelming feelings that come with cramming a semester’s worth of information into a few study sessions.

Clinically proven, exercise naturally decreases the amount of stress hormones your body produces and counteracts your body’s normal stress response. By working out regularly, your body will better be able to handle finals week and allow you to get in the amount of studying you desperately need. It will allow the burden of 2 tests in one day seem much less daunting than it really is. It will make the inevitable ‘F’ seem like a very doable passing grade.

So just take a deep breath and put on those sneakers before you hit the books.

How else can exercise help?

-Well obviously you’ve all seen Legally Blonde, right? So then, you know, “Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don’t shoot their husbands. They just don’t!” Having a little oomph in your step will make the time go by faster and reduce the miserables.

-Exercise also acts like a time-out period for meditation. It helps you forget about the events during the day while you focus on one task: getting through the workout. This will ultimately allow you to later focus all your attention on your studies instead of any other drama (roommate? BF?) you may be dealing with.

-Lastly, exercise also helps lower symptoms of mild depression and anxiety while raising your self esteem. If you are not depressed, you still can benefit from this trick because who doesn’t need a little confidence in themselves when it comes to finals week?

Now that you are aware of how to combat stress, college life should seem like a cake walk. Right? If you only had the time to get that workout in…

Well, lucky for you I’ve got the best and quickest workouts for reducing stress. From one move to just 4 minutes, you have no excuse to not exercise.

1. Here is a mood boosting exercise you can do anywhere before you hit the books! It’s called a “hand walkout” and is a body weight move. It’s quick, it’s easy to learn and it’s great for your bod. Depending on your flexibility you can start with knees bent or straight and put your hands palms flat on the ground. Now walk your hands out until you are in plank position, then walk them back up to your toes. Watch the video to see how it’s done!

2. Try this energy boosting exercise that will wake up your entire body and help get you get focused for your study session. It is a yoga inspired exercise that opens up your chest and really recharges your body. If you love yoga, this move is a must before the heading to the libs.

3. If you have 10 minutes, try this fat burning ab workout that will have your entire body burning while working your core.

4. If you have just 4 minutes to spare, try The World’s Fastest Workout. It can burn as many as 800 calories after the workout is completed! How? It basically lights your metabolism on fire for the rest of the day! If you’re going to be at the gym, try this 4 minute workout on a bike that will burn just as many calories!

Instead of looking at this time as dreaded exercise, pick something you love (walking, tennis, basketball, or even dancing) and reap the mental and physical benefits. Focus on getting about 30 minutes minimum each day and you will be feelin’ good in no time.

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A few months ago my roommate and I went to a strip club with some friends. I was expecting a trashy bar with dirty-looking girls, but it wasn’t like that at all. The club was small, clean, and felt safe. The girls were all attractive, not supermodels, but they looked real. And we had a blast.

We made friends with a few of the girls, and even got one’s email address. She told us how much fun she had dancing and how empowered and sexy she felt afterward. We left that night wanting to be strippers, and swore we would do amateur night some day.

Well, we finally did it.

Amateur night happens every Tuesday. The club is 45 minutes outside the city, and neither of us have cars, so it was tricky trying to find a day we both didn’t have homework and could get a ride. My roommate’s friend offered to drive us and we no longer had any excuse to put it off.

I was nervous as hell. I hate being on stage, and I’m not very confident in my dancing skills. I’ve never really been that shy about being naked, though. Still, when you combine the three together, it’s pretty damn frightening.

I had a few (much needed) drinks beforehand to kill my nerves, but was careful not too drink so much that I wouldn’t be able to balance in my heals. When we got there, the stripper who we had made friends with let us borrow some outfits. I was in a see-through lacy white outfit and my roommate had a see-through lacy black one. Typical stripper-wear.

We had both burned CDs with the songs we wanted, but the DJ told us we danced to two songs, not just one. We told him to pick a slow song for our second songs, because dancing to two fast songs would wear us out.

It was a pretty slow night at the club (only about ten customers) and we were the only two amateurs. All the real strippers got a turn before we went on. Talk about intimidating! But it did help to watch them and get some ideas.

My roommate went first. She was AMAZING! Better than some of the strippers in the club. She does Rocky Horror Picture Show, so she’s used to being on stage half-naked. This was just the natural next step. Her first song, the Toxic remake by A Static Lullaby, was awesome. She rocked out and everyone loved it. The song the DJ picked for her kind of sucked, but she worked it.

Watching her (and how much the crowd loved her) made me even more nervous, but I couldn’t back out now.

My first song, C’est Beau La Bourgousie by Discobitch started playing and I made my way over to the pole. I don’t remember much of what happened afterward. I tend to blank out when I’m on stage. I just focused on keeping moving, circling the stage and dancing for whoever had money out. I even spun around the pole the few times, which I had no clue I even knew how to do.

The song the DJ picked for me was Tonight and the Rest of My Life by Nina Gordon, which was great because I actually knew it. The second song is when you take your panties off, so I spent most of the song rolling around on the floor naked. I used to do gymnastics, so I pulled off a few splits.

Collecting my money when they song ended was the hardest part. There I was scampering around naked on the stage trying to collect handfuls of dollar bills while the next girl is trying to dance. I made about sixty dollars. Not bad for five minutes!

Overall, I had a great time. I left feeling pumped up and wishing I could have danced a second time! It was definitely an experience worth having. My roommate told me she felt a little guilty this morning, but I don’t at all. I guess it’s not for everyone, but if you’re confident in your body and can overcome the stigmas we all have about stripping, I would encourage you to try it. If a strip club isn’t your scene, why not put on private strip tease for a significant other? It’s a great way to feel confident and sexy.

What do you guys think, would you ever strip? Comment below.

“Why Men Love Bitches” is as sassy as the title suggests, and that is precisely what I love about it! Sherry is hard-hitting, honest and, most importantly, RIGHT.

Now the word “bitch” comes with all sorts of negative connotations: rude, stuck-up, conceited and all sorts of other nasty adjectives. But that’s not the kind of bitch Sherry is writing about. In “Why Men Love Bitches,” the bitch is confident, not cocky, knows her worth and is not willing to settle for any schmuck.

Sherry empowers women and made me realize that I should not being chasing desperately after any man. That strips me of my dignity and I am better than that; in fact, every women is! If a man is making you run after him, you should turn your heels and bolt in the other direction. This is a clear signal that you will never feel good enough for him. There is a fine line between effort and desperation and Sherry definitely helped me clarify that and all my expectations when pursuing a man.

Seriously, this book HELPS. It sounds silly, but right after reading it I started seeing a guy that I had crushed on all of high school without him even taking a second glance. I didn’t have to apply any methods or use any cheesy lines to snag him; I respected myself and realized the prize that I am. And that made him see it too!

Any girl who finds herself constantly chasing after boys will benefit from reading this one. Sherry works on building your self-esteem more than your techniques with the fellas and in the end you will be able to find somone who respects and worships you as the goddess you are. With so much domestic violence in the media (hello Rihanna!) it’s important for women to realize that they are important, worthy and equal to men and deserve someone who makes them feel that way ALL the time.