Are you ready to hear the single greatest quote ever?

Prepare yourself.

Are you ready?

Ready or not, here it comes.


"I object to being tactfully managed by someone who ought to be my equal"


Give it time to sink in.

And stand in awe.

Peter Whimsy ROCKS!




This may seem like a great quote to me only because I am on choir tour.
You see I live most of my days in a bus. A bus filled with boys and girls. A bus filled with college age boys and girls. A bus filled with girls who are "tactfully managing" every boy they come in contact with. (I'm sorry, let me rephrase that, "every cute boy they come in contact with)
Call me cynical, call me rude, call me angry, call me wrong. But I will know that I'm right. Let me lay before you 2 of my favorite instances:

1. Girl sitting in front of me with another girl. Gets a phone call talks on the phone for 10-15 minutes. I was sitting right behind her. I heard the entire conversation, she hangs up the phone and looks across the aisle, where "cute" boy has been standing, waits until boy gets back (about 3 minutes later) and then promptly bursts into tears. Boy is concerned, girl explains she "just" got off the phone, and explains situation, boy comforts, and sits next to girl for the next 2 hours "to cheer her up" (it only took 10 minutes before she was laughing hilariously at boy)
It's a miracle how "strong woman" can recover.
Does that bother you at all? It drives me nuts. This girl is manipulating this boy to feel sorry for her, and doing it badly. And yet he falls for it.

2. Girl 1 has forgotten a possession at previous location, this is apparently very hard. (note: left possession did not contain much of importance)Girl 2 is ready to sit down and eat. Girl 1 tells Girl 2 that she is leaving to go look for lost possession and will come back in about 20 minutes. Girl 1 leaves. 2-3 minutes pass. Boy comes in to get ready to eat. Gets in line. Boy surveys the room, and falls across girl 2. Girl 2 waits until she knows boy is watching and then says loudly, "What happened to Girl 1?" (loud enough for boy to hear) Boy perks up and looks around, no Girl 1 to be seen. Girl 2 says, "I'll be right back." Girl 2 leaves and returns with Girl 1 who is crying. They both sit at table with boy, who promptly comforts Girls 1 and 2.
Boy then tells people in general to be nice to Girls 1 and 2, because they're going through "hard times"
Girl 2 knew where Girl 1 went, you idiot.

These are only 2 instances, but trust me, there are more. So much more. Do you understand now why I love that quote?
I love being a women, it's true. But today I am angry at my sex. Very, very angry. We (women) yell for equality, we beg for it, we expect it as our right, we hate those who don't give it to us, we believe that lack of equality is what is keeping us from a Utopian society. And yet, we don't treat men as our equals. We make jokes about women being better than men, and then grow angry at men for telling chauvinist jokes.
We as women are negating our own equality by not treating men as equals. If we want to be equal, why, why, why, why, why can't we actually treat men as equals? If we want to be equal, why, why, why, why, why, do we play with men by using our emotions, and more importantly, the man's emotions. But now we come to the final question: Who loses out more in these situations? Is it the pathetic girls? Those perpetrators of fake emotions? Those humans who really have no human consideration whatsoever? Is it the boys? Who never know that they're being played? Who think they understand "women" because they notice when a girl is crying? No it is neither of those, you knew who loses out the most before you started reading this post. The people who lose out the most are of course the real women. Real women with real emotions. Real women who really want equality, in every way, shape and form. Real women who are looking for real men. We are the ones that lose every single time. We are the ones who are waiting to find a man who can say,

"I object to being tactfully managed by someone who ought to by my equal."

Blast Harriet Vane