Double standards are prevalent in our society. Black people can say nigga, oppressors can’t. Broke people can mock the rich but if the rich claps back it’s not a good look. Big girls can post real men love curves memes all the skinny girl mocks the big girl it’s body shaming. I don’t make the rules. Write your congressman. A double standard that isn’t as talked about is the post breakup double standard; the woman is allowed to throw on some Beyoncé, grind on some guy at the club, take a trip and live her best life. Yasssssss bitch, fuck him…or something.
I mean technicely speaking, it’s counterintuitive that a woman’s best revenge is to go out and club like she and him both know it’s highly unlikely a rebound of note is going to be at Thirsty Thursday. “I’m going out to flirt with a bunch of guys who aren’t looking for anything serious, that’ll show YOU.” I’m sure he’s hurting while he remembers you abhor heels, your friend’s messy cousin and half the songs on the radio. Yet and still, she is having a good time without you, how could you not be offended? Did she ever mean anything?!?!?
Men on the other hand, have to show they care by…Misery? Alcoholism? Begging? I’m not quite sure. We refocus our energy into our work, fitness, fantasy sports and it’s not enough because you were expected to shatter. Have you no heart? If a man were to be in the club turning up to that Bryson Tiller song with the Street Fighter sample and dancing with somebody cousin on snapchat….he is now a fuckboy who never loved her; that girl from the snap is probably his new girl, he works quickly. How can he just enjoy life like this? Did she ever mean anything?!?!?
The problem with that is that, you then appear heartless. Men are routinely labeled as detached, emotionless even though studies have shown that men take much longer to heal from breakups. It can be devastating; you met, courted and loved the wrong one. It’s failure, and while the typical response is to try again and erase the previous fail, it doesn’t actually work like that. It might take a few more misses before you realize it’s your shooting form that needs the tweak. Meanwhile each woman left in the wake is wondering why they wasn’t the one that made you realize that. Hell, they TOLD you that. Why didn’t you listen? Did she ever mean anything?!?!?
Personally, I’m someone who suffers in silence. If I’m downing tequila and scribbling hearts in my notebook while listening to 808s, that’s between me and God. My social media and SoFW; business as usual. I don’t like people in my business. Especially when the business is struggling. (Triple entendre alert). Just because I let go, doesn’t mean I don’t care, or never did…but their narrative is going to narrative. I guess it’s something I can’t change, no matter how much it bothers me. Salute to all the boys who have been told bye in 2016, just know I feel your plight. Stay strong.