Yeah, it’s an intense title. Because this is an intense topic.
This drug war isn’t on cocaine, or meth, or ecstasy, or heroine. It doesn’t come from Columbia, or Mexico, or Vietnam. The drug that’s secretly killing our American youth? The real “gateway” drug? The real addiction that affects 80% of females?
Yes, ladies, it’s time to face it. And talk about it. Because America’s biggest problem isn’t the drug war in Mexico or Obama’s plan for medicare, it’s American females’ addiction to dating assholes. I guarantee dating an asshole is more of a gateway drug than marijuana has ever been. It probably leads to marijuana use, 6 out of 10 times. And obamacare.
We’re standing at a party, and a nice, nice boy comes up and talks to us, and who are we paying attention to? Not that boy. The asshole over his shoulder who has been stringing us along all night? Yeah, that boy. That’s the boy we devote our time and energy to in constantly worrying, analyzing, and planning how to first get his attention and then second convert him from a bad boy to a good boy.
So why are American women obsessed with bad boys? I’m not sure I’d even point to the media on this one (though they did give us Chuck Bass). I think it stems from the new message young girls are receiving that now they can have everything. More and more, our young women are growing up to pursue the challenge. The challenge of beating their peers in sports, intramurals, ACT scores, college acceptance letters, number of best friends, number of boyfriends, number of Saturday night plans. We teach them that the glass wall is no longer there, and now they can have everything. And better yet, if they don’t have everything, they’re nothing. No longer is it acceptable to just be a career woman or a stay-at-home mom. Now, you have to do both. And if you don’t do both…well, why not? You can have it all, and since you can, you better go get it. Get it for your mother and your grandmother and your great-grandmother, who never had the chance. That’s what we’re teaching.
Young women get hooked on the adrenaline thrill or the chase, and have become the new men. They simply like the challenge. They want the asshole. Because they’ve conquered everything else. They’ve flown past their friends, gotten into their colleges, their sororities, and their internships. But there’s only one last thing they haven’t gotten–the asshole standing at the bar.
But once they’ve tried it, what keeps them perpetually making the same mistake over and over? Well, ladies and gents, that’s when biology kicks in. The underlying motherly instinct kicks in full force and we just can’t help but want to save them and coddle them and protect them and even reprimand them for their poor choices.
It’s just like drugs. You take the first hit for the initial thrill, challenge, social appeal. But you take the second, the third, and the fourth because you just can’t help but do it over and over. You’re addicted, you want to prove them wrong, and you want to conquer the world. But ultimately, it conquers you.
Ladies, just say no. Bowing out of the game is the only way to ultimately win.