Scrolling through Instagram, a thought-provoking post caught my attention. It featured two contrasting images, one depicting a mother and daughter dressed as dancers, while the other showcased an educated woman celebrating her daughter's graduation. Yet, something crucial was missing from both pictures—the presence of a male figure. This absence raised questions about the role of fathers in shaping the lives and aspirations of their daughters.
In this scenario, we can speculate that the stripper's father was not actively involved in her life, continuing a cycle of absent father figures. Without sufficient information, it's possible that the same holds true for the daughter's father. The repercussions of such absence can perpetuate the cycle of limited opportunities and unfulfilled potential.
On the other hand, the image of the professor and her daughter suggests a different narrative. While we cannot make definitive assumptions, it is likely that the professor's father played a significant role in her upbringing. However, her mother's strength and support were vital in directing her towards her goals and empowering her to achieve academic success.
The absence of men in these pictures is the crux of the issue. It highlights a larger problem: the lack of active male involvement in shaping the lives of their children. This absence perpetuates negative cycles and limits opportunities for growth and empowerment.
Rather than focusing solely on what men don't want, it's crucial to address the underlying issue—the absence of men in the lives of their children. Men have the power to make a positive impact, to be present, supportive, and actively involved in nurturing their daughters' aspirations.
Have you come across a similar post that raises questions about absent fathers? What are your thoughts on the implications of such images? Let's open up a dialogue and explore the significance of male presence in shaping the lives of young women.
Imagine reconnecting with a charming gentleman after years of lost contact. He invites you to a dinner he prepared to prove his culinary skills. As you enjoy the delicious meal, a question arises—what comes after dinner? This story delves into the dynamics of self-worth, relationships, and the price we put on ourselves.
After savoring an exquisite meal, you faced a choice. Do you leave after grading his cooking skills? Do you suggest watching Netflix? Or do you consider going out for dessert? Ultimately, you decided to pay him with more than just attention or physical cash. The value placed on the dinner and effort led to a deeper connection—the intimate exchange of emotions, a dinner smash.
But here's the twist. Despite the connection formed, you found yourself left alone, unsatisfied. It doesn't matter how incredible the intercourse was or how much the meal cost. What truly matters is how much you value yourself. Did you come at too low a price? Did you sell yourself short?
It's time to increase your self-esteem and expand your bucket. Relationships should be based on mutual respect, appreciation, and genuine value, not a mere transactional exchange. The worth you assign yourself sets the standard for how others will perceive and treat you.
Have you ever found yourself in a similar scenario? How did it make you feel? Share your experiences and join the discussion on valuing oneself in relationships.
Imagine this. You're stunning. You've got the job, the physique, and the charm. Whenever you make an entrance, you're like a dazzling light in a room full of shadows. So why the hell are you single (insert perplexed emoji)?
Well, allow me to spill the secret. It's the discord between who you are and your self-esteem. You've got this little thing called a mis-match.
Because of this mis-match, you're stuck in a maze of self-confusion. You're wearing a mask, fibbing to yourself about your identity. And honey, if you're lying to yourself, you're inevitably lying to him too.
Sure, you're desired. You're aware that you're a knockout, brainy and seductive. But the moment you step outside, all these certainties fade.
To paint a picture, let's say you're looking for fellow basketball enthusiasts. But instead of hitting the courts, you march straight into a soccer field. Crazy, right? But guess what? You're doing exactly that.
Most of us spend our time where we feel at home. There's a reason you're cozy in that spot. The desire to fit into a group drives you. It's intertwined with your self-esteem and confidence.
Now, let's spin this differently. Picture yourself as a hotshot doctor, a maestro in your field like Dr. Strange. Your Lamborghini's sleek, your home's nestled in a secluded forest sprawl. Post-work, where would you hang out? A swanky, elite lounge, right? Not downing cheap beers in a college town.
You won't be there because you don't vibe with the common folk. You don't belong.
Now, I hear your thoughts whirring. Let's clear the fog.
If you're hunting for basketball players in a soccer field, you might just be the worst soccer player out there. And that's okay. You're interested in basketball, not soccer. But here's the catch. The soccer enthusiasts might assume you're ace at basketball, making you the best basketball player in a soccer field.
Comfortable yet?
But when it's time for some basketball action, they're all about soccer. So, you either join the soccer team or play solo until you find a basketball crew. But if you find that crew, you'll have to confront your shortcomings and improve to stay in the game.
Making sense of this whirlwind can be tricky. But let's untangle the mess. There's a little voice inside your head, a voice only you can hear. When you learn to hang with this voice, you'll find your groove.
Replace the basketball court with anything you love to do. The quest for love becomes simpler when you know where to look. Enjoy a drink or two at the bar, an art exhibition, or a movie with that voice. That's how you own yourself.
Be the Dr. Strange of your life. Hang where the elite of the elite - people like you - chill. You're likely to meet your match there. Find your happy place and spend your time there. If it's a movie theater, go watch a movie. If it's an art museum, head there.
Remember, the universe conspires to give you what you love.
It hit me like a bolt from the blue on a regular day in the office. Have I been quietly schooled to seize opportunities, to extract gain from every kind act? I'd possibly be flush with cash had I embraced this ideology. But wait, was this notion implanted in my mind through a seemingly harmless idiom?
Intrigued, I embarked on a mini social experiment. I solicited interpretations of this idiom from three distinct individuals, each hailing from a different walk of life.
Surprise, surprise – they all echoed the same interpretation.
Their immediate reaction was to criticize the proverbial 'cow' for foolishly giving away its milk for free. As if they were implying, "Don't play the fool in love."
My jaw hit the floor.
But then, their insights sank in, and it felt like a revelation. Their views struck a chord with my distaste for the stereotypical portrayal of relationships. It brought to mind the deeply resonant scene in "Boys N' Da Hood" when Doughboy laments, "either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what be going on in the hood."
So, what's this potentially destructive idiom? "Why buy the cow if the milk is free?"
Hold your breath! This isn't an admonishment for those who embrace their sexuality. It doesn't imply that men will shirk commitment if a woman freely expresses her desires. The essence lies in "buy" and "free" – sketching the blueprint of a fair exchange.
Let me tickle your curiosity with a few teasing questions.
If you buy her a drink, are you purchasing the milk or the cow? If you splurge on a dinner and a movie, does it mean you're buying both the milk and the cow?
The answer? I'm as clueless as you are.
One thing we can concur on is that in this world of reciprocity, forking out something should warrant a return.
This misunderstood idiom has been the wrecking ball for countless potential love stories. Marriage, essentially a lucrative deal, can get dizzyingly confusing without proper guidance.
The unintended message we pass onto our children when we spew this idiom could be dangerously misconstrued. We teach our daughters that if a man pays, he should receive something in return, without specifying what that something should be.
Money exists in two forms: mental and physical. Mental cash is intangible, like time, while physical cash is tangible.
The idiom fails to highlight this dichotomy, leading it to be often taken literally. "Buy" and "free" become our guiding principles as these concepts chime with our day-to-day transactions. We pay for what holds value, and what we don't value is often free.
Let's drive this home with an anecdote. Imagine you're fifteen, itching to buy your first car. You have a clear picture of your dream car and when you find it at a dealership, it costs $25,000. The owner gives you two options: take out a loan to buy it immediately or work every weekend for a year at the dealership, washing cars, and it's yours.
If you opt for the loan, you get the car right away, paying the physical cash equivalent of $25,000.
But if you opt to work weekends, washing cars, does this mean the car was free?
This is the perspective shift we need when interpreting relationships and idioms. Physical cash may accelerate the path to the end goal – a lucrative deal, or a marriage. Without the right explanation, the idiom can lead to physical expectations in return for physical payments, often leading to sex. It becomes transactional, akin to buying a pair of sneakers. And what happens when those sneakers get old or worn out?
There you are. Slouched on your much-loved couch, musing over a relationship that's teetering on the edge. Or contemplating delving into the endless void of online adult entertainment. You're in the throes of involuntary celibacy.
Your legs casually swing over the ottoman, while the TV blares out the day's news. But the clamour of news anchors isn't what resonates in your mind. You're wandering back to that memorable day after a nerve-wracking day of work.
Recall the tsunami of spreadsheets, non-stop flow of meeting requests, and the gnawing anxiety of approaching deadlines. You're home, mentally drained, physically exhausted.
And then she appears - your wife, in your favorite lingerie ensemble. Instantly, you're reminded of those electrifying nights of role-playing and domination. Sensuous kisses trickle down your neck, sending ripples of desire throughout your body.
She's astride you, rekindling your youthful vigor, taking you back to those wild spring break days, filled with tequila sunrises and Coronas.
But now, it feels like a lifetime ago. Where did that woman go? Did she fade away? Or did life simply tire her out?
Now, you might ask, "What on earth is the transmutation of sex?" It's a concept I stumbled upon while devouring Napoleon Hill's "Think and Grow Rich."
Transmutation is the act of changing or transferring one element or form of energy into another. Essentially, it means diverting your mind from thoughts of physical expression to thoughts of a different nature.
And guess what? This concept can be your secret weapon to achieving your wildest dreams!
Ever noticed how men in their fifties suddenly develop a newfound passion for tinkering in garages, mowing lawns, washing cars, or embarking on DIY projects? You might brush it off as a typical mid-life crisis.
But, there's more to it. As their sexual energies dwindle, they find new ventures to channel their newfound vitality. This redirection of sexual energy is, in essence, transmutation.
The result? An unparalleled level of focus and concentration that culminates in remarkable achievements.
So, your wife isn't keen on you releasing your pent-up sexual energy. Yes, it's frustrating, but don't let it drive you towards relationship suicide. Instead, channel this surplus energy to breathe life into dormant aspirations.
By concentrating on your long-forgotten dreams, rather than dissipating sexual energy, you can achieve the unthinkable!
So, my friend, let's bid adieu to the physical and say hello to transmutation.
We inhabit a world of coy introverts, individuals so delicate and introspective that the mere thought of social interaction sends shivers down their spines. Yet, there's an intoxicating allure in the prospect of being recognized, acknowledged, seen.
Amongst city wanderers, a large majority wear their introspection like a cloak, their minds brimming with thoughts they'd rather not punctuate with banal chatter. Their gaze is consistently downcast, but do you know what compels them to look up? A swanky pair of shoes.
Our introverted friend is not just shy, they're smart. Smart enough to perceive patterns, threat levels, and even narratives based on one's footwear. The silent dialogue between their gaze and your shoes is swift, but it's enough to twhe their curiosity about the rest of your story.
So, what happens next? Their gaze lifts, marking a quick pit-stop at your face, then it's off on a swift journey down your shirt, your pants, a nod at your accessories, and finally back to the shoes. Like ticking checkboxes along the way, they're formulating an impression of you.
What conclusion did they draw? Was their perception accurate? Did you, our hero, make the cut?
To validate their hypothesis, they engage in conversation. Just like that, you're no longer an abstract painting, but a vibrant dialogue.
In this context, remember Cinderella? Prince Charming found his true love, not based on her radiant beauty or virtuous character, but a single glass slipper. Through the power of her shoes, she transformed from a damsel in distress to a heroine. Without those magical slippers, Cinderella might still be sweeping ashes off her wicked stepmother's hearth.
I'm not saying that you absolutely need the perfect pair of shoes to find your Prince Charming, but I assure you, it makes the journey a lot smoother.
How many ladies slipped their feet into that fabled glass shoe, only to face rejection and a ring-less finger? Would you be one of them?
I'd love to hear about your own shoe escapades. What enchanting tales do your shoes narrate?
Ladies, have you ever heard the expression, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em"? It might seem like just another worn-out cliché, but it packs a punch when it comes to understanding men's psychology.
Most men approach life as a boxing match, a battle for supremacy. Alpha males, in particular, are constantly engaged in this invisible tournament, trying to prove their dominance. Competition is our language, our currency. It's not just about brute force; it's about survival.
Believe it or not, striking up a conversation with a woman feels like a championship fight to most men. Your beauty and aura can intimidate us just as much as facing a legendary boxer like Mayweather or Ali in the ring. Walking up to you and saying "Hi" can send shivers down our spine, like a bully's challenge at high noon.
The men who muster the courage to approach you, to endure that gut-punching fear, are the ones you may want in your corner. Think of every meeting as a new round in the ring. Each round - a conversation, a date, a shared experience - gets us one step closer to understanding you better.
Each round is an investment, a fight for connection. If we go for the knockout in the first round and succeed, then the 'fight' is over; we've won you over. But, more often than not, relationships don't end in a first-round knockout. We have to come back for more rounds, and with each one, we learn more about each other.
After twelve rounds, we'll know your likes, dislikes, quirks, and strengths, and vice versa. This enduring battle strengthens the bond between us. It's why Rocky and Apollo became inseparable. If we survive twelve rounds with you and still want more, then we've found a worthy ally. And in such a case, why not team up?
If we've proven our mettle, we're hoping for the ultimate prize: your hand. That's our version of the championship belt. For us, it's not just about winning the fight. It's about respecting and valuing the opponent, and eventually becoming teammates.
Gentlemen should be brave enough to step into the ring with you. If they do, that's a good sign they've passed the initial 'sniff test'. From there, the goal is to make them invest - not just financially, but emotionally. Because the mental and emotional investments are the ones we value the most.
Always remember: approaching a breathtaking woman like you feels like a high-stakes bout to most men. But let the fight run its full course, and you might find a deep, resilient bond that's more rewarding than anything you've ever known.
Ever wondered how negotiations and love are intertwined? Like any negotiation, love involves two or more parties willing to sacrifice something for a valuable gain.
Trust me, you're already in the business of sales! Picture this: You effortlessly persuade your friends to pick Ruth Chris for dinner because of their melt-in-your-mouth blue cheese topped steaks. Or you sell them on Red Robin for endless fries. Congrats, love! You've just successfully negotiated and sold steak dinners and bottomless fries without being on the payroll.
Think about it, if we channel this natural salesmanship into our love lives, we might be onto something, right?
So, let's spill some truths and share some laughs as we uncover the four steps to ace the negotiation of love:
We could all learn a thing or two from Bryson Tiller's "Exchange". He lays out his contract, stating his wants and sacrifices. But, does he fully deliver? That's where understanding the love contract comes into play.
Bottom line? Relationships are investments that should follow these four negotiation rules. So, take charge, decode the love contracts, and let's negotiate love like pros!
Remember, sweetheart, keep these tips handy next time you're negotiating love. Master the art, and you'll be sealing love deals like a pro. After all, love is an exhilarating negotiation game. Let's play it wisely and win big!
While watching TWD I realized something... The Zombies are a metaphor for our daily lives. Here is a synopsis of the Zombies:
Any time you're doing something different the Zombies attack. Let's say you're trying to save money, the Zombies attack by saying you can't take it with you or wanting a handout. If you're trying to better yourself, they attack by telling you that you aren't schit and your idea will never work. Let's say that you want to talk to that girl that everyone in your group think is so awesome, but they convince you that you can't get her.
Zombies can be spouses.
Welcome to your personal "Walking Dead" episode! Except the zombies here don't crave brains; they're your family, your frenemies, and the envious ones trying to suck the life out of your dreams. Talk about an episode twist!
Imagine, you're determined to be the next Bill Gates, sitting on a pile of cash. You're furiously devouring books about riches, saving money, and staying disciplined. But boom! Enter the zombies. They're clawing at your well-earned cash, trying to drag you down to their level of mindlessness. Remember that scene from "World War Z" when the zombies pile up to breach the wall? Just like that!
Now, picture this: You've got a million-dollar idea that gets your heart racing. You've planted this entrepreneurial seed in your mind, and it's sprouting. But wait! Here come the zombies again, groaning that your idea is unoriginal, or worse, that YOU can't do it. If you let them, these zombies might just nip your dream in the bud. I bet you didn't think your life was this much like a George Romero movie, did you?
Step into the romantic battleground. Whether you're the unlikely heartthrob or the suave charmer, the girl of your dreams has fallen for you. But love is never without its zombies. If you're the underdog, male zombies will think they have a shot at your girl, while the female zombies suddenly see you as more desirable. If you're the charmer, the female zombies remain a threat, but male zombies target your girl, hoping to draw you out. Sounds like an episode of "The Bachelor: Zombie Edition", doesn't it?
So, you've made it! You're rich, successful, and have built a fortress around yourself. But just one tiny stumble, and the zombies are on you like a pack on fresh meat. Our poor friend Steve Harvey can vouch for this; he was living large until one mistake set the zombies swarming. Talk about a drama-filled reality show, right?
The zombie life may seem easy: no ambition, no effort, just mindless existence. It's like choosing to watch reruns instead of trying a new series. But wouldn't you rather script your own show? Leave the dull, monotonous drone behind, and let's hear your battle cry against the walking dead!
You know that classic Jay-Z line, "I can't see it coming down my eyes, so I got to make the song cry"? Pure genius from his 2001 album, 'The Blueprint'.
It came back to me recently while chilling to some Babyface tunes and pondering life's mysteries, and it dawned on me - the male R&B artist, the ones who poured their souls out in their lyrics, have practically gone extinct!
One of my current favorite tracks? That's gotta be VSOP by K. Michelle. A killer beat with powerful female-centric lyrics. But here's the thing - why do I feel like a misfit for emotionally vibing with these words?
Our society has always peddled this image of men as tough and emotionless. From a young age, we're schooled to mask our feelings, wear an iron shell, and put on a brave face.
If something's bothering us, we're told to either duck for cover or toughen up so it doesn't faze us anymore. And if we're not taught these emotion-management skills, we end up suppressing our feelings until they explode in fits of rage and frustration.
Back in the day, the radio was our ally, our therapist. If you were feeling miffed with your girl, the DJ would magically spin Al Green's "Let's Stay Together". The lyrics, they spoke to us, guiding our reactions.
And when we hit the road, we had the likes of Jon B., Usher, Tyrese, and Dru Hill riding shotgun. Their tunes gave us a sense of solidarity, reminding us we weren't alone in our struggles.
But the radio has changed its tune now. Today, it's more about hoes, bitches, and thots - not exactly the kind of content that fosters emotional maturity, is it?
Men, inherently, are conditioned to learn about strategy, camaraderie, and competition. When Boys II Men sang "I'll make love to you", they taught us tenderness and mutual respect. When R. Kelly crooned, he coached us on intimacy.
However, the current music scene is like a basketball court without a coach, leaving men without a playbook for understanding their feelings.
In an ideal world, embracing both masculinity and femininity should be encouraged. But today, we're living in a world where men, not necessarily the tough ones, are subconsciously compelled to act tough.
And since the current chart-toppers are mostly women, we're left decoding their lyrics to find echoes of our own experiences. These songs are crucial for empathizing with women's experiences, but what about male emotional expression?
Men are left without a musical guide, forced to navigate their feelings on their own.
There's a glaring gap in the music scene that needs to be filled. It's time to bring back the male artists who aren't afraid to make their songs cry. Because, just like Jay-Z, sometimes we can't see it coming down our eyes, but we've got feelings to express too.
The words of Swagger Coxch pierce through the veil of obscurity, "A slave that does not appreciate the fruit of their labor is doomed to remain a slave. A master that does not appreciate the fruit of the slave is doomed to become a slave." Confusing? Hold my hand, and let's journey down the rabbit hole.
In essence, whatever you yearn for becomes your Master, and subsequently, you morph into its Slave. The Slave, to break free, must find value in their labor's fruits. If I relish gardening, your penalty of forcing me to tend it loses its sting; you'll need a fresh tactic.
An unappreciative Master views the Slave as a mere tool, devoid of humanity. Driving the Slave to exhaustion or desertion, the Master, now faced with an unkempt garden, becomes the new Slave. Only upon the exit of the Slave does the Master truly comprehend the lost beauty. And the Slave? Could they ever ascend to Mastery?
For the Slave to break the chains, they must bask in their labor's fruits. Focusing merely on the task at hand, they overlook the blossoming garden, the fruits of their sweat. Whether facing an unappreciative or appreciative Master, their fate remains the same – bound in perpetual servitude.
This intricate mental warfare of Master and Slave is not confined to hypotheticals. It lurks around every corner of our lives, affecting friendships and romantic relationships alike.
The Master-Slave dichotomy reveals itself when one party needs the other. Whether it's free hairdos, attention from the opposite sex, or car rides, dependency fuels the power dynamic. The true test of friendship arrives when the Slave gains independence – if the Master was unappreciative, separation looms. But if the insignia of Master and Slave dissipate, true friendship could flourish.
Our society grooms' boys to be Masters – to dominate, protect, and provide. The man, desiring to be the head of the house, often finds himself as the unappreciative Master, pushing his female counterpart towards emotional exhaustion. This constant pushing and driving, absent appreciation, leaves the relationship barren. The woman, oblivious to her own worth, remains the Slave.
But what of the dependent woman striving for control, aspiring to be the Master? If a man appreciates his own worth, the woman risks becoming the unappreciative Master, doomed to become a Slave. This role reversal often victimizes husbands.
In every facet of our lives, the Master-Slave dynamic subtly operates, demanding appreciation as the antidote. Ignoring these fundamental dynamic risks missing the beauty of the ocean for the ripples in the water. In our ‘what-have-you-done-for-me-lately’ society, it's crucial to appreciate every action and its rippling effects on our lives. Remember, you are allowed to say no, and you are also allowed to appreciate.
Buckle up, pals! What I'm about to drop isn't about painting you as a "bad apple" or schooling you on how to score in the bedroom. You've got it wrong if that's what you thought. Nay, nay, nay, and oh, did I say nay?
See, making love isn't really about the sexy times; it's all about the energy. Yes, sex has its place (Audi R8, 0-100, 3.5 seconds, remember?), but it's more about the long run. So, for the uninitiated, let me put it straight: men are nozzles, women are buckets. And trust me, it ain't rocket science.
So here's the rundown: women make men feel all the feels, and men, in turn, fill up those buckets. When a man's feeling the love consistently, he's in the 'momentum of love', or as the romantics call it, "in love." Similarly, when her bucket is consistently filled with love, she's in the momentum of love too.
Imagine a couple. Every day, she makes him feel loved, and in response, he fills her bucket with tokens of love. Could be sweet texts, thoughtful gifts, or his time - because let's face it, guys want to be where they feel the love. The more she makes him feel loved, the more he fills her bucket. If this goes on, the love energy reaches its zenith, and then - BAM! - sexual energy follows, and voila, we've got a thriving relationship on our hands!
But life isn't always rainbows and butterflies. What if negativity fills her bucket? Or he feels down? In such situations, you play the game of "opposites attract," but not in the way you might think. When one's down and the other's up, both must strive to find a middle ground.
Imagine a scenario where every phone call or meeting is a bombardment of negativity. Your job is to counter that negative onslaught with a blast of love. Ditto for him. If he's just venting about a lousy day at work, make him feel loved. The negativity diminishes as love takes over.
And guess what? Whoever starts the negativity loses. You both have to gulp down your negative vibes and fill up each other's buckets with love. You'll find that as love replaces negativity, your bucket gets filled with more love, making you forget the bad vibes - the same goes for him.
Remember this mantra, and you'll always find yourself in the momentum of love. And if you're single, keep your potential partner in the momentum of love. You'll be amazed at how quickly it morphs into a relationship.
And hey, if you need help with any relationship issues, don't hesitate to reach out. Leave a comment, drop me an email, or simply stay tuned for more nuggets of wisdom.
And always remember, put your happiness first, because through your happiness, others can envision their own. That's the essence of love - and let me tell you, it's fuching fantastic!
Alright, folks, hold onto your hats. I'm about to blow your mind with something I call the Chains of Love, a concept tied closely to my Attachment theory. Hear me out.
We all have emotions tethered to something. Think of your favorite song, movie, or year. Ask yourself, "why is it my favorite?" The answer will probably be something comforting, a memory or an emotion.
Now, let me lay it down for you. There are two ways to look at it: you've already got something that is your favorite and I attach myself to that, or I give you something to associate me with. All I need is a moment. A moment that will resonate with you unless replaced by another. I call this emotional trigger and changing vests.
Let's walk you through an example. Picture yourself in an evening gown, at a beauty pageant. The slow jam, Brian McKnight's "Back at One", filling the air. You chose that song, and I pick up on that because it must mean something to you. Maybe it was your dad's favorite song as he and your mom danced in perfect harmony.
Fast forward, and you're at my place, five songs deep into a session of musical roulette, and guess what comes up? Brian McKnight's "Back at One". Our laughter fills the room, our smiles meet, and our flirtatious banter rides the rhythm of the song. I offer you a drink, leaving you alone with the song, stirring the cocktail of past and present.
The next song is overtly sexual, and again, I notice your attentiveness. I ask why you chose that song but cut you off by moving closer. Our hearts race, filling you with a raw, primal instinct for love, like when Neo saved Trinity in The Matrix. This moment marks the difference in our future. Now, emotionally, I have been part of your life since the moment that song imprinted on your heart... I am now chained to your emotions, and you have to start back at one.
I hope this elucidates my theory on emotional attachment. Remember, don't hesitate to reach out if you need help with any relationship matters, drop a comment, shoot me an email, or stay tuned.
And always remember, be gloriously selfish. Let your joy radiate, inspiring others to view themselves the same way. "If you can't see your success, change your vantage pointe."
Ladies and gentlemen let's discuss a new kind of Sorority that's been making waves lately. "Bad Bitch" has emerged as a class, a self-identifier for women who own their strengths, their beauty, their "confidence", their feminine, and their so-called sexual thirsts.
Here's where things get interesting. Men have always been regarded as the "bad boys, or dogs" and now women feel the need to one-up them by self-identifying as "bad bitches". More baffling is that men are seemingly attracted to these bad bitches. We need to start disregarding what the media pushes and begin making conscious decisions about what we truly want.
Still puzzled? Let me elaborate. What do you prioritize when choosing a mate? From my observations, a majority of women prefer the "bad boy", determined mainly by his appearance - his "packaging". Similarly, most men are drawn to a pretty face and attractive body. But is this superficial criteria what we genuinely seek in a partner?
Contrary to popular belief, I propose that what we genuinely desire isn't the "perfect face and body", but rather someone we can engage in intellectual and sexual discourse with - someone with the perfect mind.
When we repeatedly fail at choosing the right person, we tend to give up entirely. For women, this often leaves you open to be chosen instead, and for men, desperation might lead to being more open to all women, not just the "bad bitches".
The "bad bitch" label carries a sexually charged notion, and the thought of it is animalistic, considering "bitch" refers to a female dog. But are we not above these base instincts? We wouldn't tolerate a misbehaving dog in our homes, so why would we choose partners based on these primal urges?
Time is the only real measure of whether someone is truly a "bad bitch" or a "bad boy". With the right energy, transformation is possible. She might not be the right fit for one man but perfect for you, provided you channel the right energy.
Many examples from the entertainment industry support this theory. Think about the men who passed on Jennifer Hudson, Mo'Nique, Jill Scott, or Queen Latifah. Likewise, women who rejected Anthony Anderson, Randy Jackson, Seth Rogan, or Reuben Studdard must have regrets.
The essence of my argument is simple: it takes time to find the right mind, but when you do, everything else will fall into place. "Bad dogs" get disciplined and left outside. So, ignore societal pressures and pursue what your heart genuinely desires.
Hey there, brave hearts! Ever wondered why your love life seems like a rollercoaster that only goes downhill? Let's untangle this mystery.
Fascinated by the wild side of love, aren't we all? You live this crazy, thrilling lifestyle because it sparks joy in your heart, just like that lightning bolt emoji you love to use. Yet, you find yourself drawn to someone totally opposite because, well, that's what they expect.
The world around you has expectations, huh? Your status in society comes with a manual for the 'right' partner. Does this sound familiar?
It all boils down to one thing: Confidence. Yes, my friend, it's that simple and that complex. The partner you choose is a mirror of your confidence, and if you're too scared to embrace your true desires, that reflection gets blurry.
Ever had that thought? She must have been this wild and exciting for someone else. If she hadn't, you wouldn't be drawn to her. Simple logic, right?
Here's where it gets interesting: You suppress your true feelings, choosing what you believe others want you to have. But hey, where's your happiness in this scenario?
Time to make a decision, folks. Love women who love women? Bring your partner home and introduce her as part of your family. It's your happiness on the line, after all.
What if you bring home her new BFF, and then you cheat on her or worse? Sounds like a twisted sitcom, doesn't it? But it's real life for some. True manhood is about making decisions, not wallowing in indecision.
The world is your oyster, love rebels. Go after what makes your heart sing! For more insights, leave a comment, keep reading, or simply just stay tuned. We're in this journey together. Remember, I'm here to assist you with your romantic quests. It's time to live by Your Love, Your Rules!