Category Archives: relationships

Making Spinsterhood Cool

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m completely in love with A Spinster’s Guide to Dating, and the two lovely women behind it, Gertrude and Charlotte. (To be honest, I’m not even sure if those are their real names because they’ve got this whole “You’ve Got Mail” / secret squirrel business going on. But I really hope those are their names because they’re amazing.)

Anyway, the ladies were kind enough to sit down with me–virtually that is–and answer some of my deeply personal and journalistic questions. I was ecstatic to learn that we have a mutual love for Taylor Swift and fruit roll ups.

You can read all about their awesomeness below. And Gertrude and Charlotte, if I ever run into you both out there in the real world, I want you to know that I may shower you with hugs. And cookies. (Because hugging a stranger seems less creepy when you bring cookies)

1) Why did you decide to embrace the term “spinster?”

Everyone and their dog was getting married, yet we found ourselves caught in a strangeI-still-feel-young-but-everyone-is-acting-like-I-missed-the-boat-because-I’m-not married-yet limbo. We decided that being single wasn’t as bad as everyone was cracking it up to be and decided to rock it.

2) How did the blog come about?

How did the SpinsterHOOD begin?

Well…let us tell you.

There we were. Five Spinsters. Blog stalking and eating fruit roll-ups. We were having an un-planned girls night one night (aka no boys called us so we decided to call it a “girls night out”) in one of our bestie Spinster’s basements. Our friend, Storm, lamented that her favorite blogger was no longer posting. Then she turned to the two of us and said, “You guys should write a blog!”

We looked at each other and knew something ridiculous was about to be born.

But what could we blog about?

We couldn’t make animal cupcakes, didn’t have engagement rings or pregnant bellies to take pictures of, neither one of us had iPhones so we couldn’t mask our typical college lives with instagram…but we were really good at doing one thing.

Talking about boys.

3) When you’re not blogging, what are your day jobs?

Remember that part in “You’ve Got Mail” when Tom Hanks asks Meg Ryan online what her business is and she replies, “No specifics, remember?” We kind of live two lives. If our real life identifies and careers were leaked we would lose our super powers. But it’s safe to say we both enjoy writing immensely.

4) How did people react to the blog?

It surprises us daily that other people like our blog. Everything we write is basically an inside joke so it’s kind of bizarre that other people think it’s funny too.

One time we were at a party and some girls found out we wrote the Spinsters blog. We were immediately surrounded by attack hugs, screaming, and one girl even asked for our autograph. We felt like the Beatles but without the billions of dollars and good singing voices.

But most the time our moms just read the blog.

5) What are the rules to dating/boys/relationships that all spinsters should live by?

Keep it:
Classy
Sassy

And never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.

6) Tell me about your worst date.

Charlotte: 5:30 AM. Hiking. With stomach flu. With my date’s mom handing me toilet paper over a bush as I answered Nature’s call THREE different times and ultimately having to be fireman carried down the mountain by my date.

Gertrude: Was told I had to “dress up nice” but was taken on a wild goose chase of activities including writing thank you notes, coloring with side-walk chalk (in a pencil skirt. And heels.) not fed till 11 p.m. and was asked why I was not married yet. Awesome.

7) Any favorite famous spinsters?

Charlotte: Taylor Swift. She says it how it is.

Gertrude: Jane Austen. A girl can dream right?

8) How would you explain your blog to a stranger?

We would just quote from our first post:

Like it or not at one point in time all of us feel like we will end up being spinsters but that doesn’t mean we should pout. In fact, we should treasure it.

If you’ve ever been disoriented by the dating scene or never understood why we must perform acrobatics to survive college life, then meet here and we’ll do lunch.

This blog may frustrate you but it will also liberate you.

9) I love the “Ask a Spinster.” What’s the best question you’ve ever gotten from a reader?

 We got a casting call for some TV spotlight about girls who had their whole wedding planned and were more or less, on the prowl for a husband but were not having a lot of luck. Weren’t quite sure if we should be offended or complimented.

10) When you ladies find suitable suitors, will you continue blogging?
The only thing that will keep us from blogging is marriage or death. Which ever comes first.

Shit girls say

After grabbing a glass of wine here with my friend Kelsey, the conversation inevitably turned to boys, or one boy in particular. A boy who I think is the bee’s knees but who thinks I am cold. Or at least that’s what he told me a few weeks ago.  Yes, cold. As in, cold hard bitch. Granted, he didn’t exactly say that. It was something more along the lines of, “Yeah I think you’re really cool, even though you come off as cold.” Ok I admit, that still doesn’t look great.

Needless to say, I’ve hashed this over with Kelsey several times. But tonight we made progress. We somehow managed to turn a backward ass compliment like that into a full on compliment. Here’s how we did it:

Kelsey: He basically called you a bitch, but in the nicest way.
Me: So that’s progress!
Kelsey: That’s a compliment!

I’m still not sure how we did it, but I did feel a little better about it. I’m not sure what that says about me or women in general. And people wonder why women spend so much time over analyzing shit guys say. They are just so confusing. I’m cold but I’m cool but….but what!? That is the question I seem to keep turning over in my head.

The only down fall of all this over thinking is that it makes me look like a neurotic freak. If only I could be like those quirky chicks in “He’s Just Not That Into You” who make it all look cute and funny. I bet no one would ever call them cold.

 

My life is a Kate Nash song

My best friend Samantha is one of those girls I would hate if I wasn’t already friends with her. Half the time she’s a total scatterbrain, and the other time she’s a total sex bomb. But regardless, I love her to death. The problem is, everyone loves Samantha. Oh yes, she’s one of those girls: the girl who’s cute, funny, flirty and, in Sam’s case, totally off limits. She’s the girl who had a bunch of guy friends in college and they were all in love with her. After another night out with Samantha being the shining spotlight and me being the funny best friend sidekick, I realized something: I will never be that girl.

When I started this blog, I didn’t want to blog about boys, love or relationships. For the most part, I haven’t, but this past year my blog posts have drifted toward that wicked territory. The reason I didn’t want to blog about relationships isn’t because I didn’t want to share; it’s because I had nothing to share. I’m 22 and I’ve never had a first date. I didn’t get my first kiss until I was 17, and my last kiss was, I’m embarrassed to say, in 2008. God this feels like an AA meeting. “Hello my name is Brittany, and I have no luck with men.”

People always said, “When you start college you’ll meet lots of boys.” After four years of still not meeting boys they said, “When you get out on your own, you’ll find someone.” I’m calling bull shit on all of them. In fact I’m calling bull shit on the whole idea of soulmates, love at first sight and any other ridiculous notion that true love is just around the corner. Why can’t people just say what I already know? I’m not one of those girls who attract boys like flies to sugar. I drink strong beer and curse too much and am more comfortable talking about politics and punk rock. Boys don’t care about that, at least not the one’s I’ve met. They like girls like Samantha, or Chelsea or Lauren or Sarah. Girls who laugh at their jokes, drink light beer, and always say the right things.

So after much rambling, my point is: What’s a girl like me to do? Should I flirt more, touch more, wear less? I know I’m not the only one girl who feels like a social leper when out with their friends, and yet even they seem to have boyfriends. (Ok sorry, that was a bit self-loathing.) I’m 22, and while everyone else is busy pairing off like Noah’s Ark for 20-somethings, I feel like I’ve missed the boat (pun intended). All these years I’ve spent reading books and watching CNN and learning how to cook, I should have been playing Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven. If “how to be a well-rounded adult” was a course, I would get an A. But if “how to have a successful relationship” was a course, I wouldn’t even pass the prerequisite.

So what do I do if I don’t make the grade when it comes to love and relationships? Can I go back to the start? Or should I accept the fact that I’ll never be one of “those girls,” and maybe that isn’t so bad in the long run.