The Disease plauging college girls

...And no, it is not an STD.

(even though supposedly JMU surpassed Radford as the Virginia college with the highest STI - isn't that the new, correct term? - rates and two non-JMU-ers would not stop making fun of two of us proud JMU-ers for that last night)

It is an unnamed Disease, one where girls are reduced to the like of tissues, paper plates, standard red drinking cups...pick your own disposable cliche. Although boys are the cause of an original case of the illness, it is highly contagious among women as well - and we all know how close dorm living is.

It is closely related to Competition, commonly found spread among college-aged women too (which I happen to be highly susceptible to), but it is a little different.

Girls generally get it a lot, but it is especially common among college-aged girls, and especially especially JMU girls. Like most liberal arts schools, we have more girls than guys, and our streotype on both ends is really really pretty girls and really really skeevy guys (who all really really like partying really really hard).

Guys want one thing - this is not news to anyone of any generation. But this generation hosts more girls who are willing to give guys only that one thing without demanding anything else. And the rest of us are left without any vague notion of romance in our lives.

If the boys are getting what they want without any effort on their part, what right do we - as self-respecting and self-hoping for some sort of romance/lust/pretending girls - have to demand that boys actually pretend to like us for anything other than our bodies?

So we catch the disease, since the girl down the hall is "dating" some guy, and we want to too - and to be in any sort of competition, we have to give up any expectations. It's okay if we make out and then he doesn't call/IM/say hi in real life for three or four weeks (searching for other options without being tied down) , and then next time he texts its to suggest another make out session. And we say "okay!" because we want to pretend. Pretending is fun and care-free for a while, as long as you are fully aware that you are pretending.

And this disease spreads like wild fire - or the black plauge, or ebola, or mono, again pick your cliche - among hallmates, suitemates, classmates, and friends.

I have had it. I may have it now, I'm not sure (that's another thing about the disease - sometime it masks itself as sexiness or confidence). Can I cure it? Can I help others with it? Duhn duhn duhhhnnn....

Sparkly and New!

I figure the eve of a new year and a new semester is as good as time as any to start a new (more mature?) blog .

My affair with Blogspot began this summer as I rode the metro every day to and from my first full-time job (okay, internship, but still - 40 hours a week!) and gobbled up the Washington Post Express and its witty writing and even wittier mentions of blogs so often hosted on Blogspot. It expanded to reading DCblogs on occassion. And now that I get less and less feedback from my xanga (as I push up my nerd glasses, since me and my friends all got one in high school and I'm the only one that still keeps up with it); I noticed that Blogger is now somehow connected to Google (what isn't connected to google now?); and I already went through a huge change getting a gmail account earlier in this year (I don't adapt to change very well) - I decided it must be fate!

I promise I usually don't write in extreme run-on sentences. Actually they're usually quite short. And hopefully witty.

Anyway, it is winter break, and I plan on writing a lot. All while taking dance classes and searching for summer internships so I don't turn into a lazy bum.

Get excited!