Saturday, 02 October 2010

  • Guess What? Calling Me Your "Girlfriend" WON'T KILL YOU.


    Lately I’ve been having a lot of trouble with “labeling.” Apparently, there’s a trend amongst college males that involves a staunch refusal to commit.

    Yesterday, one of these fine male specimens relayed the following delightful sentence to me: “Well, I mean, we can date, but let’s not be… together, you know what I mean?”

    No. I don’t.

    That’s like saying, “I want you to eat this bowl of Count Chocula, but do it gradually so you don’t get too attached. Then don’t even bother to drink the sweet, sweet chocolate-y milk that remains.”

    Clearly, I shouldn’t be writing this article over breakfast...

    Anyway, I love language, and fully believe in the power of words, so I get it if someone is uncomfortable calling me his girlfriend. I’m not comfortable, however, with the fact that there is no acceptable (that is, not incredibly offensive or cumbersome) alternate name for “girl who isn’t my girlfriend but not my friend either and yeah we totally do it sometimes.”

    I’ve heard quite a few attempts at labeling that sort of thing:

    The ever-so-elegant, “fuck buddies.”
    The ever-so-awkward, “girl I go out with.”
    And, my personal favorite: “Comfy fun time friend.”

    Truly, there’s no acceptable way to refer to your… comfy fun time friend.

    Let’s say though, that for simplicity’s sake, that there was a way. Let’s say that this person could be accurately referred to as your “panda.”

    Now, it would be awesome if everyone had a panda. Ideally, having a panda is the best possible situation. Ideally, people who are each other’s pandas just have a lot of sex, are wonderfully kind to one another, don’t fight, and eventually part amicably.

    Unfortunately, in my experience, that never works.

    Inevitably, one person always gets too attached. Then, someone gets hurt.

    That’s right: no matter what, in any romantic endeavor, someone is going to get hurt, at least temporarily, and at least just a little bit.

    So why are some people so afraid of labeling? No matter what you call it, it still ends up being a commitment. It still ends up being serious. It’s never just “casual” when someone else’s feelings are involved.

    If it looks like a girlfriend, walks like a girlfriend, and has sex with you like a girlfriend, it’s your girlfriend. Not your panda.

    This is such a broad topic that I can’t even get out all of the things I want to say about it… so help me out guys, what have I missed? Rant away, or if you’d like, explain why you hate labels.


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