Ok so, I'm not a raving feminist, who believes no woman needs a man, but I am slowly coming to the conclusion that women are... well... the new, up and coming thing, the latest trend in fashion. A recent watching of "Spice World", seeing my room-mate Dj at a newly opened club, and the new trend of lesbianism has made me question why we are even bothered by a missing man shape. So why don't most women realise this, why do most, my self, shamefully included, measure ourselves by a mans love or attention. Why if he doesn't: call, show-up or compliment, push us over the edge, to the dark side of questioning our weight, dress sense, humour and worthiness to be loved and desired? Instead of the more appropriate thought of "what an ass, thank god I found out now" or "I can do better!" As I thought more about the subject I realised that even women in relationships complain and feel as down as the single ones. One of my New Years resolutions is not to see every social opportunity as a place to meet Mr Right or my next date, and to be honest, it has taken a weight off my shoulders, made me realise that actually, where would I fit one in, now when a date at the cinema is obtained it puts my whole schedule out of sync. I say power to women, grab your Balenciaga, put on those red-soled shoes and grab yourself a cocktail with your girlfriends, and take the time, not to talk of love and the holy grail quest in search of the perfect man, but of fashion, politics, books, music and movies and above all celebrate our singledom, as no one but yourself can determine your happiness.
Mouse about Town.
