I had a best friend once. We proceeded to make each others lives a living hell when a boy managed to trick us both. Out of the whole weird, awkward and totally wrong situation – he was the only one who had been consciously lying, deceiving and hurting. But we didn’t even really blink an eyelid at him. Instead, we attacked each other.
If it was only me, and only her, and our stupidity only existed in a vacuum then it would (at some point) end up being a funny story to shake our heads and laugh at. But our stupidity doesn’t only exist in a vacuum. It’s sucked up the whole world.
“He cheated on me, but I blame her – the bitch.”
We always do.
It’s like we got sucked into believing this “blue balls” theory. Poor things, poor fragile men. Their balls will turn blue and fall off if not routinely emptied. Poor, poor fragile men. They can’t control themselves.
It depends where the loyalty lies, really. If the girl is your best friend, your sister, your mum (hey, you never know!) then fine, bitch it is. If it’s some random chick – it isn’t really her problem. It’s his. And yours.
There are women like this (click here) who wouldn’t even flinch (in fact, they often pride themselves) on stealing/attempting to steal/getting it on with another woman’s boyfriend. Is it their problem if the man succumbs? No. Sure what they’re doing may be morally despicable behaviour but do they owe you anything? No.
Does he is the more important question. Despite the fact that men would like women to think that their penis is their second (often more active) brain… and despite the fact that believing that may make men less accountable for their actions… They are not salivating animals. And to think that they are is not doing justice either to them or to yourself or to the human race.
Out of the random chick on the street and the guy you share a bed and a life with – which of the two is supposed to be more loyal to you?
You could perhaps try fumble in your pack of cards for the ‘girl power’ or the ‘let’s stick together as human beings of the same sex’ card. But a lot of the time that card isn’t in the deck, home gurllll *clicks fingers.*
Cue the hair pulling and the bitch slapping. And the man who sits back and breathes a sigh of relief at the fact that he’s been let off the hook. Phew. Didn’t even need to whip out the second brain to do the talking for him. It’s almost like the girl thinks that her boyfriend is perfect and was just unfortunately taken advantage of by the evil other woman. The myth is so entrenched he didn’t even need to reach for the zipper.
Who’s the bitch, now?