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Bold Realizations!: In which I blow my own mind

I know I’m supposed to be blogging about Germany, and this has nothing to do with Germany, except that I realized it whilst in this country. But here it is anyway:

I think the raison d’être of certain male twenty-somethings is waiting for girls to say things that can be mimicked in an exaggerated feminine (read: stupid girly) voice (e.g. “Oh my gaaaahd, I know, riiiiiight?” or, “I just wanna daaaaance” (the latter is an example from last night, which I am pointing out because this phenomenon is REAL, PEOPLE)). I think that’s it. I think this is what certain twenty something year old males lie in wait for. The chance to make fun of the way in which girls their age speak, even if it’s not the way in which they actually speak. I know! This theory. It’s groundbreaking.

A (very intelligent, well-spoken) friend of mine went out a few times with a guy earlier this year, and one of the reasons that it was only a few times was that he made fun of the way in which she speaks. As in, he would repeat things that she said right after she said them in a manner that in no way reflected what she actually sounds like, but rather made whatever it was that she said sound insipid and girly (a phrase here use negatively because the entire point of this exercise is to equate femininity with insipidity)(that’s a real word!). And she told me about this and I was sort of like, “Man, that sounds annoying and awful. I’m glad people don’t do that to me.” Except they totally do! All the time! And it’s not because I’m stupid, or because I’m saying stupid things (though both of those may be true). No. It’s because this is what certain twenty something year old boys do. And I don’t know how or why this never dawned on me before (because I’m an insipid girl, probably). 

I mean, look. I’m not saying that my raison d’être at this point in my life is any better. I’m not sure what it is, because that’s not what this latest epiphany was about (disclaimer: mine is probably realizing the driving principle of twenty something year old boys’ lives). I’m not even sure that there’s a conclusion to be drawn from this. I’m not sure what drives these certain people to do this thing (I have hypotheses, because of course I do, but none that I’m going to assert here). But I think that I’m going to ask these certain people themselves when next I hear them do it.

Because people should have a raison for their raison d’être. And because, if you’re going to, like, make me sound like I, like, speak like I’m a ditz, you’d better be able to, like, explain why you feel the need to do that, you know?