- Do you live with your parents? If yes, why? If this person is over 24, they better have a real damn good reason for living with mama and papa.
- How many people have you slept with? Were you careful or careless? You gotta avoid the dirty ones. Plus, the bigger the number, the lower the standards. Why so many? Why so few? This question teaches you so much.
- Do you have any STDs/STIs? DEAL BREAKER
- Are you pro-gay rights? And, does anything about the LGBT community make you uncomfortable? I could not be more pro-gay. I need someone who is comfortable with and supportive of all things LGBT.
- How much time do you actually spend playing video games/watching sports/”Intervention”/”Entourage”/some other obsession? Know thy enemy. In this case, you just want to know what you are competing with for their time. If they regularly stay up all night to watch this or play that, you should get to know now.
- Are you an asshole/douchebag/shithead/dick/jerkface? DEAL BREAKER
- Are you afraid of the outdoors, the country, nature and all things rural? I’m a country girl. I like camping. I like hiking in the woods. I like trees and hills and lakes and rivers. City slickers beware.
- What’s really more important: sex or love? Compare priorities prior.
- Do you enjoy dancing foolishly, or do you feel foolish dancing? I am not afraid of looking like a weirdo, are you?
- Do you fight fair? Ladies and gentlemen shouldn’t be dating people who go crazy by saying and doing awful things to their partners when they fight. It is not cool to call each other hurtful names, to throw low-blows, to hit (whether wall or person), to break things, to intimidate, and to lie. Settle down. Everyone bickers.
- Do you love, hate, mock, or feel ashamed about “Buffy The Vampire Slayer,” “Harry Potter,” “MST3K,” “Angel,” and other amazing, nerdy things? Again, I am a nerd. Deal with it.
- Would you kill a spider for me? How scared are you?
- Do you make enough money to pay for dinner half the time? If not, you need a new job. I’m not looking for a rich person, but I do want to be able to expect that you’ll pay for at least half of our dates. I’ll pay the other half, obviously.
- How often do you read books – not magazines, papers, or blogs? I read a little of all, but a lot of the book things. Compatibility is important, y’all.
- How often do you brush your teeth and floss? My chompers are important, and so is your breath.
- Is your mom a bitch? I ask this because it scares me when people think this about their mamas; unless of course, their mom is just especially awful, then they have a point.
- Do you have any children? DEAL BREAKER
- Who is god to you? I gotta watch out for the crazies!
- What are the main differences between men and women? Watch out for sexist answers!
- How big is it? … No, not that; I meant your ego.
Apparently, being a man is everything. It is fricking everything. BUT, being brave is not being a man; it’s just being brave. Sure, I like to say, “Man up!” or “Grow a pair!” as much as the next person, but I think we need to consider the implications of these little phrases. These phrases imply that to be brave, we must tap into our inner-dude. They imply that only men are brave. For me, this just isn’t going to work. If it takes balls to have balls, then I must have balls… right?
The thing is, I don’t have or want actual balls, but I’ll be damned if someone gets something I don’t because they do. I certainly have figurative balls, or cajones, or “a pair” (of balls). I’m brave. I’m assertive. I’m sick of people marrying these traits to masculinity. Whatever happened to the whole “I am woman, hear me roar!” thing? Women can be assertive, aggressive, brave and ballsy without being mannish or unwomanly. Being brave doesn’t make me a bitch; being a bitch makes me a bitch. I am still feminine when I am assertive. I am still a woman when I’m knocking a man down a few notches. Also, just because I’m destroying some dude in a debate, argument, drinking contest, arm wrestling match, wood chopping contest, four wheeler race or whatever I’m doing that day, it doesn’t mean I’m emasculating him. I’m just beating him. I’m winning. He’s losing. He’s still a boy and I’m still a girl.
Being tough shouldn’t challenge my femininity or anyone else’s masculinity. I get to be a tough womanly woman.
When people say, “Man up!” they are telling someone to do the right thing, to step up to a challenge, to face their fears. I can do all those things without manning up, I just do them. Am I womanning up? Am I chicking up? What’s happening then?
I can do what a man does. I can fight a man if I need to, and I have. My friends can vouch for that. I use a lot of f-bombs and call people dude. It’s part of how I fight.
Chicks rule. We don’t need to be dudes. Listen to Jessie J.
Or, for a lesson in true masculinity, look at Neville.