words

"A study completed in July 2007 by Matthias Mehl of the University of Arizona shows that contrary to popular belief, there is little difference in the number of words used by men and women in conversation.^[1] The study showed that on average each of the sexes uses about 16,000 words per day." [wiki]

And yet how diverse are the uses of these words...

Men don’t say nice things anymore (well, old men do, but I can never tell if it’s out of desperation or kindness). Or at least not the men I’m around. They are educated (or at least consider themselves smart), well brought up, with bright futures ahead of them. And yet no matter how many women surround them, they truly believe that talking about bukakke or glory holes are topics that reveal their great sense of humour.

At the beginning of my Denmark experience I used to mostly hang out with guys. I even got an elaborate piece of poetry written about me, which goes something like “God I love alcohol, every Friday night me and the boys hit the town and drink ‘em up till we fall down (...)”.

We formed a triumvirate of one Canadian, one German/French and me. Three months later I was on a brink of a nervous breakdown. Seriously. So I found a few girls to balance it out and now I’m fine. Guess I’m just not that all men’s girl. And it wasn’t even the drama of sleeping together/wanting to sleep together/hearing the stories of somebody sleep with someone and yet yearning for you (yeah, if I haven’t mentioned – no matter how old you are, this whole study abroad experience makes everyone horny as fuck). It was the never ending effort of trying to avoid any solid conversation topics with idiotic sexist/sexual jokes. Don’t get me wrong, I love those guys. But I just can’t be their duuuude.

I was just chatting with one Italian at a library who tried to explain it all to me. The thing is – I don’t need explanation, I GET IT. But the question remains: WHYYYY?? Why the heck is this generation of men so insecure? What happened to those poor boys? Should I just hug them, stroke threir hair and tell them it’s all gonna be alright? Well I’m sorry, I’m not your momma.

I sometimes do miss a simply nice guy.

P.S. Why are our moms way cooler than we are? Seriously though.

P.P.S. or P.S.S. Today a song was played @ Joe & the Juice, which I used to obsess over because a certain guy in school liked it. Haven’t heard the song or anything about him for like 7 years. Came home, googled him. Apparently he’s an awesome font designer in Berlin. I think that’s a sign. Pretty sure it is. Right? Right?