msmith537 has clearly watched a lot more of Sex in the City than I have. I’ve never seen it.
I think this can be true, and I think a part of it is that we put so much damn work into everything.
I jog five times a week and hit the gym a couple times. I walk EVERYWHERE. I eat healthy, pretty much all the time. Mostly fresh veggies I cook myself. I have a wardrobe full of well-fit, attractive clothing that makes me look fabulous. I have a collection of slightly uncomfortable shoes that make my legs look killer and put swagger in my walk. I shave what seems like acres, every day. I artfully apply my make-up so that it looks natural and attractive. I have all kinds of potions that smell wonderful and keep my skin soft. I keep my nails trimmed, clean, and lightly polished at all times. I have a complicated hair washing regime that keeps my somewhat thin hair looking good- and it takes time and money for the products that do that.
Basically, I am always well turned out. In a suit, on a date, or in a club, I’m at my best. And that takes work.
AND I bust ass for my career.
AND I bust ass to be graceful and charming in social situations, when I’m awkward and shy by nature.
AND I bust ass to keep my life together, my finances in line, my health good, my house spotless etc.
AND I bust ass to keep my family happy and be a good friend.
AND I bust ass to keep challenging my mind, to keep learning, etc.
I’m not super fabulous, but my life is good, in part because I work really hard to keep it that way.
And then some guy who hasn’t seen the gym since high school, lives in a pigsty, slacks through life and lives off frozen pizza comes knocking on my door?
Men who would never dream of dating a chubby girl have no problem packing on the beer belly- I’m sorry, but flab is just as unattractive to us as it is to you. Men who would pass me up if I cut my hair short happily gladly walk around with nasty dandruff from their Suave 2-1. Men wouldn’t like it if we wandered around solely in baggy cargo pants and stained tee-shirts. but they adopt that as their uniform. Men with nasty, gnarly faces never look at other women with nasty, gnarly faces. They still think they ought to be dating the cover girl, and we are “spoiled princesses” if we are not overjoyed at his attention.
Is it wrong for a woman who takes care of her body, her health and her looks to hope for a guy who makes some effort to do the same?