Feelings, Judging

I’m Not a Bitch, I’m Just American.


O brave new world that has such people in it!

Why must your people suck so much? A couple weekends ago I ventured out with two girlfriends on the weekend after New Year’s Eve. Needless to say most people were home, still recuperating after the previous week’s festivities. So there were slim pickins at the bar for my single friend who was extremely ready to mingle.

Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t belong somewhere? That’s literally how I feel whenever I enter a bar. Or a social scene. Or whenever I leave my house. Joking. But I do feel that way when I’m in a bar and forced to talk to men that are forcing themselves to talk to my friends and I. It’s such a strange social norm. Like, as men you’re expected to think of something to say to a semi attractive woman/group of women that will flatter them, make them laugh, or perhaps intrigue them. And as women we just have to sit there and wait for a dude/group of dudes to come up to us and start talking about something stupid and we literally have to sit there and entertain whatever BS they’re saying. It’s all so archaic, dont’cha think?

In an ideal world, women could cut to the chase and say some kind of regretful Simon Cowell-esque “sorry I’m not sorry” decline. It would save so much time. I hate that when women act disinterested, they come off as bitchy. Maybe she’s doing the man a favor by saving him time and energy he would’ve otherwise wasted trying to impress her. Just a thought.tumblr_mksnubpedg1rp268eo1_500

I know I might sound harsh, but a couple of men sat with us at one point during the night and I think I would’ve been happier removing all my nails one by one, the way Joe Pesci threatens to do to Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone. I literally did not get along with them at all. I was pleasant, but was dying a slow death inside.

At the next bar, a nice couple of guys came up to us. One could not stop telling stories about locking his fiancee on his patio in the dead of a Toronto winter for 7 hours. Husband material? The other one and I had some deep conversations about whether Heaven is for real (brought on by the mention of the movie), more movie talk, music, and entertainment. These were easy and fun topics for me to discuss. He was somewhat alarmed when I approached a guy wearing a jean jacket with nothing underneath buttoned up to his navel, paired with ripped jeans, vans, and greasy tousled hair. I told this man that I “really loved his look.” My friends were embarrassed of me as per usual and the guys we were talking to were puzzled. As I explained my simple actions, one of the bros commented, “You’re kind of a bitch.”tumblr_mrp0fq8Mdg1sunoz1o1_500

Perhaps. But that might just be my character. And in turn, that might just be me being me. So am I really? Or am I just kind of opinionated about movies and unashamed of handing out compliments to people with awesome style and aware of the time wasted talking to people I’ll never see again in my short existence. Maybe that makes me a bitch. Maybe I’m a little bit sharper around the edges than you soft, people-loving, easy going, talk-to-absolutely-anyone, sweet little Canadians. And that’s okay.

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10 thoughts on “I’m Not a Bitch, I’m Just American.

  1. I’m so confused. You were a bitch because you complimented someone?
    My bar scene was limited to my university pub, where I met my wife, but not in a cruising kind of way; it just happened. After that, no more bar scene for me. Reading this, all I can say is: thank god!

    • I guess I didn’t do a very good job explaining the situation. But yeah that was basically why. I guess because I ignored him and was paying attention to someone else. I was kind of brash in our conversation and I guess I seemed too sure of myself or something. I’m not totally sure either to be quite honest.

      That’s cute that you guys met in a bar. It’s nice to meet people in social scenes. But yeah going bar-hopping nowadays is almost more work than it is pleasure.

  2. Ah, the grinding tedium of societal interaction with strangers.

    The dude you were talking to about heaven would have interpreted your interest in this other man as some kind of rejection. Many men don’t take kindly to rejection as it suggests there is something wrong with them, which hurts their ego. Rather than acknowledge that there may well be a fault with them, a defensive instinct kicks in… hence him calling you a bitch and essentially blaming you for the rejection. He feels safe doing this as he is physically bigger and stronger than you.

    Happy new year btw.

    • I think you’re totally right Michael. I think I assumed that he knew I was married so it didn’t really matter that I complimented some other guy, but I guess it could still be translated in an offensive way if I wasn’t being sensitive to his needs. Talking to someone that you don’t know in a bar can be a very vulnerable experience so I can see why he would think that I shut him down by paying attention to other people. Ugh so much to think about!

      Thanks Michael! Happy new year to you as well!

  3. If you’re a bitch, then so am I. You are not alone. I’m with you. As I read this post, it felt like I was reading my mind. Keep being yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind. If people can’t respect that, it’s their problem, not yours. Great post! 🙂

    • Aw thank you lovely! I’m glad you could relate! Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one. You know when you’re somewhere social, like a bar or at a house party, and you almost feel like you’re watching yourself and it’s so painful. Like what am I doing here? This isn’t even fun. Ughhh. But then those nights always make the funniest stories 🙂
      Thanks for stopping by!

    • Haha yeah it’s still all drama and mind games really.You’re not missing anything Linda! You’re blog is a way more fun place to hang out than some grody old bar!

    • Aw you flatter me. Pshht is right! Canadians and I butt heads at the best of times, but I think we just need to cut each other some slack. Someday…

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