I could say that I decided to write this post as a reaction to recent tweets made by Rihanna to Chris Brown. Tweets telling the man who brutally beat her, "Praying for you baby, my best wishes are with u today," as he stepped into a court room. But the only reason I really included this at all was to boost SEO.
We’re all aware that e-mail, texts, and post-its just aren’t respectful, considerate, mature, or human ways of breaking up with someone.
Ever look back on a relationship and say, “God, if only I’d known all this crap a the beginning”? Look, it isn't always feasible or conceivable to know everything that’s going to clearly point out things will not end well. And not everything you wish you knew right at the beginning is necessarily a deal breaker, but there're things that are important enough to warrant disclosure.
In a utopian world, we'd never have to ask for anything, ever. The cosmos would see to it that all our needs were met without us having to put in any effort into it. Alas, in the real world, it doesn't work that way. If you want something, be it a raise at work or an extension on an assignment, you have to assert yourself. But that becomes especially harrowing when sex is involved.
Friends are important. They’re there for you, no matter what. They’re there to make you laugh. They’re there to let you cry. They’re there for <a href="http://collegecandy.com/2010/10/18/the-8-traits-of-a-great-wingwoman/">nights out</a> and nights in and cram sessions and outfit emergencies. They let you rant about boys and books and bars and beer.
Dear Tuffy Luv, I've been with my bf for two and a half years and I think it's a good thing to be friends with his three guy best friends. Not in a way that says 'I'm gonna be THAT girl and force myself into all of your conversations and hang out times,' but they are a big part of my life. They aren't going anywhere, they all grew up together, and I'm glad my guy has some really good friends who know him so well.
We’ve all done it, slipped a little white lie in when talking to a friend. Your hair looks fine. Of course he’ll call you back. You are absolutely right. It’s not like you meant to be dishonest, but the words tumbled out of your mouth before you even had the chance to think about them. You’re not lying; you’re sparing her feelings.
Cheating has always been, will always be, a touchy subject. We’ve debated what cheating is, whether you should forgive a cheater, but now it’s time to turn those sneers inward and ask the dirty little question – what if you cheat? There seems to be a little dissent about whether or not you should confess that you cheated and I think it’s time we got a consensus.
Whoever said that “honesty is the best policy” has obviously never been in a relationship, nor had a best friend on their period. Sometimes a girl’s best friend is a white lie. Trust me, I know from experience. Not only have I had a petition signed against me (yeah, really), but I’ve also gotten into many fights that could have been avoided by not being brutally honest.
A recent survey of 3,000 women revealed that one in five women secretly think her best friend is fat but won't dare share this information with her. The study also suggested that the truth was a big "no no" because 1 in 5 women ended the relationship post dishing the info.
I’m just going to be blunt here: why do we feel the need to pretend we don’t know what we want? I’m serious. Whether we’re looking for friends with benefits or a one night stand or - worst of all - an actual relationship, we’re terrified to openly admit it. We don’t want to be viewed as clingy or slutty or any other label that will send the guy running for the hills.
We all lie, in some form or another. We lie to our parents (it’s not a hangover; it’s a stomach bug), our teachers (I’m late because the bus was delayed, not because I forgot to set my alarm), our employers (it’s my mom’s birthday, not some girl in my hall’s 21st) and our sexual partners (you’re the best I’ve ever had!).
So your friend borrowed your favorite sweater in Physics, promising she'd return it after class. But when the class let out, you were too busy copying notes to remind her to give it back. It's been two months now, and all your subtle hints about how you really hate people who borrow stuff *ahem ahem* is getting you blank stares.