The Ladette is a strong breed of female. She can wear jeans to formal occassions and get away with it, burp, fart, swear, talk openly about her body, drink anybody under the table and is commonly mistaken for a chav or a lesbian.
She can also be one of the most fun people you'll ever meet.
The 'don't-give-a-shit' attitude of a Ladette should be something we all aspire to (maybe not so much the farting and practically being a bloke aspect). Why do we all care so much about what people think? Why can't we just say what's on our mind without worrying it's not politically correct, or it'll hurt someone's feelings? Are really so frightened of people disagreeing with us?
Not the Ladette. She'll say what she wants, when she wants, how she wants. If you want a genuine opinion on wether your bum looks big in that skirt or not, ask the Ladette. If you're worrying you and your boyfriend aren't meant for eachother, ask the Ladette. If you have something stuck in your teeth, you've no need to ask, because you've already been told by the Ladette.
A Ladette is is also the kind of friend who will share the worst, most inappropriate jokes you could ever imagine and you can't help but laugh. She'll usually dress in either converse and skinny jeans or a tracksuit (depending on her preference) but if the occasion calls, she WILL look incredible. This is partly because she doesn't wear tons of make up or spend hours on her hair every day like most women, and when she does you'll be in awe. NEVER underestimate a Ladette's ability to look beautiful.
Always have a Ladette in your Lady Tribe!
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Monday, 28 January 2013
Sunday, 27 January 2013
I'm NOT a Girly Girl But...
I've just taken my feet out of a pair of impossibly high heels, I've got glittery pink nail varnish on and I have just finished my latest chicklit novel (Miranda Dickinson's 'When I Fall in Love'- I'd give it 6.5/10, nothing spectacular), but I would never describe myself as a 'girly girl'.
...Because I'm now sat with a beer, wearing boys boxers and watching Top Gear (there's something oddly attractive about Clarkson's cocky bastard sneer and pot belly. I'll never understand what, but that's us women for you...), being as blokey as a twenty-two year old woman can possibly be and I'm getting more and more infuriated by the fact that last week I was called a bimbo.
'Wow', she says, 'You've changed so much. You used to be a real bimbo!'
Ok, I absolutely love a good flirt, I used to be blonde and I was always pretty crap at maths, but one low cut top does not a bimbo make.
Why is it that in 2013 we can judge someone with such ferocity in so little time? I've got 10 GCSE's and 4 A-Levels, have worked in three different professions during my time out of education and I'm in the process of applying to some of the UK's top universities, but having blonde hair and a love of high heels apparently meant that I was an bimbo, to a person I've met only a handful of times?
Now, this girl is a few years younger than I am, I haven't seen her since Christ only knows when and I don't even know her second name. I suppose it just goes to show that first impressions really do stick, and people who you don't even know have been making judgements since they first laid eyes on you.
...Because I'm now sat with a beer, wearing boys boxers and watching Top Gear (there's something oddly attractive about Clarkson's cocky bastard sneer and pot belly. I'll never understand what, but that's us women for you...), being as blokey as a twenty-two year old woman can possibly be and I'm getting more and more infuriated by the fact that last week I was called a bimbo.
'Wow', she says, 'You've changed so much. You used to be a real bimbo!'
Ok, I absolutely love a good flirt, I used to be blonde and I was always pretty crap at maths, but one low cut top does not a bimbo make.
Why is it that in 2013 we can judge someone with such ferocity in so little time? I've got 10 GCSE's and 4 A-Levels, have worked in three different professions during my time out of education and I'm in the process of applying to some of the UK's top universities, but having blonde hair and a love of high heels apparently meant that I was an bimbo, to a person I've met only a handful of times?
Now, this girl is a few years younger than I am, I haven't seen her since Christ only knows when and I don't even know her second name. I suppose it just goes to show that first impressions really do stick, and people who you don't even know have been making judgements since they first laid eyes on you.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)