I’m prone to bursts of drama, this I know. The people closest to me know this, I dramatise at the slightest provocation. However certain situations can drive me to drama overkill, if that’s possible, and this is one of them…

I live in Aberdeen, I’m a first year law undergraduate. I love this city, it’s small enough to walk around everywhere, there are quaint shops and pubs, just the right amount of retail stores to nurture a healthy shopping habit, its just a really good change from the hustle and bustle of London life. I have been having a good time…you would expect that, wouldn’t you? Well No. I may love this city, but I am ever so tempted to change degrees and go back to sweltering summers, overcrowded trains, nasty streets, overzealous shoppers, pretentious fashion fiends in the hell that is London. This is all because of this ‘new-breed’ of men who seem to have invaded my tranquility and at this very moment are weakening my will to live. I call them new-breed, to avoid confrontation, and of course to be politically correct, but i’m guessing you’ll know exactly who i’m talking about.

These are the men who have made us resign to playing music in our own homes to avoid the nightclubs; which have been transformed into meat markets. These are the men who leer, grab, manhandle us and expect us to stop and listen to their tired lines. What gives you the reason, to grab me in the club, ask me where I’m going when I don’t know you from Adam?

These are the men who start conversations with us, for the simple reason that we share the same complexion, we ARE NOT the same people. And NO we do not come from your country. And NO we do not want to know if you are royalty, the son of a diplomat, or some other dignitary. Chances are your fathers are swindling hard working citizens to pay your school fees.

These are the men who boast about treating their women well, read previous blog posts to understand the madness of even attempting to be involved with the ‘new-breed.’ You then tell us we should count ourselves lucky, for you to have spoken to us in the first place… after all your kind only approaches ‘pretty girls.’ Well I know i’m pretty, nothing new there, but today you made me regret it.

These are the men who don’t understand NO. It’s really simple. No I do not want to dance, thanks. You interpret it as ‘ I really do want to dance, but i’ll say no, just so that you can harangue me alot more, because i’m just playing hard to get.’ No DUDE NO. When I say no, I mean no. You are the men, who take a NO as a put down. As a blow to your ginormous egos; then proceed to insult us, the ladies who just a minute ago you were promising the world to. The truth should never hurt, it should set you free. Accept the simple fact that NOT every woman you see would bow at your feet and promise eternal servitude. Some women are actually repelled by your arrogant, misogynistic, ignorant, overconfident personalities, and we will tell you exactly that.

These are the men that I don’t want to cross paths with AGAIN. I know this is a small city, so that’s too much to ask. But if another one of you twats tries anything on me…Rest assured I will unleash the drama.