I am not a manic
pixie girl
I don’t wake up with
a flock of singing birds flying about my window and if for some reason I had
birds at my window, they will be more Hitchock than Disney. I certainly don’t rise up out of bed
with arms outstretched to heaven, perfectly disheveled hair ala a Neutrogena
commercial and a cutesy yawn in tow.
Instead, I roll out of bed in the dark, mentally give a finger to the
heavens for having a life that requires an alarm clock and then drag myself to
the bathroom with my hair looking more like Don King
I am not a manic
pixie girl
On all days, I go
about my business without evoking eccentric personality traits at every
turn. I do not burst into a song
and dance just to get laughs out of people, my mannerisms doesn’t resemble that
of a Terex patient and my sole responsibility is not teaching significant
others new ways to embrace life. I
have my own happiness to worry about.
I am not a manic
pixie girl
Nor am I an air head,
a superficial snob that does not get along with other women, a sex kitten, or a
bitter career woman that is so into my job that I forget to get laid and need
the ghosts of past time to appear and remind me that I need to get a man and
some munchkins before…
it’s Christmas and it's too late for ANYTHING...brouhahaha…..
I am a woman who will
cringe at making a public scene and will just die on the spot if someone I know
made a public scene in my presence (no outrageous anythings at my door step
please)
I do not always have
a sunny disposition and for the life of me I cannot think of why I should have
a smile plastered on my face 24/7
I don’t crash into
things
I've maintained relationships
I don’t think the
world of everyone I meet and that does not make me a bitch.
I don’t break into a
run in heels for any reason. To sum
it up, I can wait till day two to profess my love to the man of my dreams if
there is such a thing. Oh yeah…
And another thing, I don’t profess.
I calmly communicate
I am not a manic
pixie girl
Take heed Hollywood, We are not all manic pixie girls
We do not all fit into any one mold. Tinseltown already realizes that there are different types of men: The strong
silent type, I’ve dated them all; the communicative, pseudo understanding type,
I’ve slept with them all; the artist type, I’ve admired them from afar, the
crazy serial killer, the troubled yet loving one, I could go on forever; so why
can’t they realize there are different types of women?
Please throw me a bone and show me different
variations of women instead of variations of manic pixie or straight tunnel
vision working girl?
I am starting to think there is something wrong with
me when identifying myself as a woman’s woman simply because
I AM NOT A MANIC PIXIE GIRL