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There’s a Reason You Can’t Have 2 Alphas. No One Likes to Clean Up Blood.

For the past 5 years, the closest I’ve ever come to a hostile working environment is the time, only a couple of months ago, that I went all Office Space on my home printer and accidentally-on-purpose dropped it in a childish fit of frustration at its apparent refusal to do its job.

We haven’t spoken since.

Looking back, I realize I’ve been very fortunate.  Aside from one boss of questionable moral character and another with questionable people skills whatsoever, I’ve had some pretty fantastic co-workers throughout my adult working life.  (I say “adult working life” because we can’t even begin to explore the smorgasbord of bona fide taxed jobs I’ve carried since I was 15-years-old and literally flipping burgers at an ever-classy A&W Root Beer/gas station combo.)

Not the exact one where I worked, but you get the idea.

It started with my first “real” post-college job doing GIS (i.e. “making maps”) for engineers in an environmental consulting company, complete with the extra-private, 6-foot cubicle walls to ensure maximum productivity with minimum person-to-person interaction and an hour and 20 minute commute each way, and then continued when I moved on to working in GIS and then sustainability programs for the U.S. Army in an office full of mostly women — amazing women and one guy — surrounded by a world full of men and politics and acronyms and things that exploded and made the walls shake.  It even continued when I reverted back to waitressing in a bar where I worked only for shoddy tips and the occasional bounced paycheck and where I mopped floors for free.

Throughout the history of these endeavors, my co-workers have always made the job, no matter how mundane, interesting and worthwhile.  They understood the fact that we were all in this together.  They joked, they laughed, and they didn’t mind when I launched the random stress ball over opaque and foreboding cubicle fortress walls.

They were good times.

But apparently, times are a-changin’.

At the risk of someone discovering me and subsequently finding myself dooced, I have to say — things at my new job are not so easygoing.  Imagine 3 women working together in a 6′ x 6′ closet, trying to be productive and answering phone calls and pretending to be tech savvy, all while the big boss is away for an extended stint in the Reserves.  Then imagine that 2 of those women can’t stand each other, and the third — that would be me — was only just brought in as extra help and currently feels like the knotted sock her dogs like to pull taut between them with clamped and barred teeth.

Only more uncomfortable.

On the one hand, we have the fiercely strong and independent Alpha Female, who territorially stands her forged piece of ground, the boarders carved deep into the earth with her constant pacing and panting and paranoia.  Judge her as we might, the pack can’t help but admire the Alpha for her undying loyalty and self-assurance.

Drawing by: Beeju

On the other hand, we have the timid-yet-determined Under Dog, the one who knows she was brought in to be the boss, knows she has to strategically yet tactfully put the Alpha in her place, and knows that in any good plot line, the underdog wins.  The pack likes the Under Dog.  We know she can bring good things to us.  But we’re afraid to show our faltering faith in the Alpha.

Drawing by: Beeju

And then there’s me.  What role do I play in this little saga?

So far, all I can figure is I’m just the one who cleans up their shit.

And for right now, I’m thinking that’s the best place to be.

Happy Monday!

Free to be You and Me. As Long as I Like the You that You Are.

My friend Matt over at Inside the Nice Guy posted a link to an interesting article a couple of days ago.  Interesting, because it’s written by a man for a women’s magazine (aptly named Woman’s Day) and claims to debunk the 10 biggest myths [women believe] about men.

Now, you know me.  I don’t tend to delve into relationship issues too often on this blog, for the main reason that I have no clue what I’m doing most of the time.  And really, who am I to dispense with the unfounded wisdom?  I tried it once, when I went on some extra caffeinated-induced rant about an article about romantic comedies.  And it didn’t really make me feel better.

But now I’m trying again.  Because apparently I can’t learn my lesson.  But before you get all crazy on me, keep in mind this is all in fun.  We all have our flaws – it’s just more fun analyzing the flaws of others.

Initially, there was something about this man myth article that rubbed me the wrong way.  Maybe it’s the unspoken implication that women must think men are mindless, emotionless, inhuman robots, and thank god for articles like this that remind us that men are, in fact, people too.  Or maybe it’s the way the author follows every explanation with a note of what women can do to play into these special male personality quirks like it’s our job to pull men out of their protective, emotionally unbalanced cocoons so they can emerge as the butterflies they were always meant to be.

Because women, why wouldn’t you always say yes to sex, even if you really do have a headache or a yeast infection or haven’t shaved your legs in 4 days?

And men, who doesn’t love a woman who continuously encourages you to reveal your true feelings because she understands that you’re not “fine” even though you say you are?

But eventually I got over my indignant self, and I came to understand the intent of the article.  The author, Brendan Tapley, really  is just trying to get women to understand why we [women] might have certain misconceptions  about what’s going on inside the heads of our sexy-yet-irritatingly-stubborn counterparts.

That didn’t, however, stop me from making just a few comments.  Because I’m a girl.  And that’s what we do.  But bear with me, guys – I’m going to have a question for you at the end of this.

For example – myth #2, sex is what matters the most. Tapley thinks this myth exists because men rely on sex to achieve a “bonded feeling” of solidarity with their partners.  In other words, sex makes the relationship real.  It means we’re on the same team.  The problem?  Women usually need to be at least somewhat emotionally invested to get the most pleasure out of sex.  And even if the emotion wasn’t there before the sex, it definitely tends to creep in after.  In fact, some studies show that this is a physiological probability.  We can’t help it.

So I’m not really buying Tapley’s argument.  I mean, if sex made men feel bonded too, then it would be nearly impossible for them to have “meaningless” sex.  And I’ve known enough women who never received the promised post-sex phone call to be fairly certain that many times to men, sex is just sex.  I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.  That’s just how it is.

“But honey, sex makes me feel like we’re truly bonded!”

Unless…

The first man myth addressed by the article is the myth that men are not emotional.  Tapley counters this by explaining that not only are men emotional, but they might even be more emotional than women!  Now this I believe.  Ladies, how many of you have said something you thought was completely innocuous to a guy and he just completely shut down?  Turns out (at least according to Tapley) that this shutting down doesn’t reflect a lack of emotion as we lead ourselves to believe, but instead a complete emotion overload.  But because he doesn’t know how to deal with said emotion, he just shuts off.  Huh.

So maybe this explains the sex thing.  He’s so overwrought with raw emotion after you have sex that he doesn’t know how to deal with it.  And that’s why he doesn’t call.

Riiiight.

I think this ties in nicely with myth #6: guys don’t communicate. Well.  Tapley doesn’t really have a good argument for this.  He says that men do like to talk, but they often censor themselves from talking about anything deep or meaningful because they’re worried women might find them less masculine.  Sooo… this really doesn’t debunk the myth.  Men really don’t communicate.

And we all knows what happens now.  A woman says something that ticks a man off.  He experiences an emotional overload and shuts down, refusing to tell her what’s chapping his ass because doesn’t want to look like a crybaby pussy.  So the woman gets frustrated because she’s a “fixer” and can’t fix a problem when she doesn’t know what’s wrong, so she ends up going into crazy bitch mode, constantly writing or calling or texting because she’s sure that if she just does what Tapley says and encourages the man to be open about his feelings, all will be right with the world.

So you can see that this is where I disagree with Tapley.  And this is where I have a question for the men:

What’s a girl to do??  If we pester you about what’s wrong, we end up in crazy bitch mode.  But if we back off and let you work it out yourself, we run the huge risk of you thinking we don’t care (which, I can assure you, we do), and worse, we never understand the heart of the problem and risk a repeat of the situation – something neither of us wants.

Unless you’re into the suspense and the drama and the (usually) fantastic make-up sex.

But that can’t be healthy on a regular basis.

Or can it?