Girl and City

“Is it me? Am I not girlfriend material?”
A quick coffee with WAF turned into shisha and whining over the Boys Who Don’t Want to Date Us (BWDWDU).

“It’s not you, it’s them. They want control, and we’re not girls that they can control,” WAF said matter-of-a-factly as she took a deep breath from the hookah.
We were sitting in a modern Middle Eastern cafe, sharing a bong of strawberry-flavoured shisha. It was only my second time, but I was quickly understanding the lethargic attraction of the suck-and-puff bong.

“You’re right, they’re both passive boys, aren’t they?” I realized, referring to HB and BAD. “It’s like, they can’t overtly exert control, so they do all this sneaky, emotionally manipulative shit to make us feel bad for being who we are,” I deduced, waving my hands vaguely as I tried to understand my own statement.
“Exactly. Just look at their girlfriends. They both chose girls who are completely submissive, completely dull, never go out, and barely speak. Those girls don’t require any effort to control, they’re practically wallpaper.” (more…)