Sorry to burst your ego-inflated bubble, misogynists.

I shouldn’t even feel compelled to write this. It’s 2013, is it not? But, some days it seems we’ve reverted back to the 1950s. I’ll scroll through my Twitter timeline and view a handful of men devote unnecessary amounts of energy to educating women about what it takes for them to both find and keep a man.

Topics up for conversation on these guys’ timelines include but are not limited to: what constitutes a “good woman,” how frequently to wax your nether regions, and, of course, the significance of one’s cooking abilities. I sincerely hope and pray there isn’t a loyal cadre of female followers adhering to these not-so-wise words. I sincerely hope that women view these 140-character litanies as entertainment at best. But, cynicism (and occasional female responses) tell me there are certainly some believers attending the Church of Idiocy.

It’s as though being single is merely some sort of purgatory, a cursed holding cell you’re designed to inhabit until the Gods bestow life’s most coveted possession upon you–a man. Then you can ascend to the heavens with the other happy couples. Your existence is deemed borderline meaningless until you have another human being to attach to your hip. You can pen the final line in your romantic history that was once bloodied with errors and red ink. You have won. You have made it. You are a real person.

Let’s cut that shit out.

If you believe your entire existence as a woman is about finding and keeping a man, then this blog post was not written for you.  I’ll kindly direct you to the “X” at the upper right hand corner of your screen now.

Yes, I’d venture to guess most of us want to spend our lives with one person–man, woman, ghost–I really don’t care. And, if that’s not your style, in the words of Tupac, I ain’t mad at cha. But, to base one’s entire existence on finding and then keeping that prized person is a gross waste of energy. To calculate the fertile years left on your biological clock is a math test that you will unequivocally fail. To wonder, wish and want constantly is to expel your life’s wattage on a fuse that will always just blow out.

Not only is it not a man’s responsibility to offer women unsolicited advice about how to find and maintain healthy relationships, nor should it be his concern. If your lady friend calls you up and asks for advice, well, sure dish it. But to litter the online world with a lot of narrow-minded and sexist non-sequiturs is really just cluttering everyone’s digital experience. I really don’t care how men navigate the world of dating. I trust that some of them know how to put their big boy undies on and live their lives the way they best see fit. If only some of them would return the same hands-off respect to their female counterparts, maybe we could all scroll through our Twitter timelines in peace.

Xoxo,

Tyece