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Biddy Behavior

November 26th, 2010 by Manda | 10 Comments | Filed in Friends

Biddy: A dumb ass bitch, usually 18 or younger. Picture it: short shorts, Ugg boots, string straight hair and mad eye makeup for a high school frosh. They go out at night looking for the party so they can get shitty on Mike’s Hard, cheap wine, or other people’s alcohol. They have a bun on the top of their head as if they rolled out of bed looking like a pre-pubescent prostitute. Being a biddy means being dumb is the cool thing to do.
- Urban Dictionary

My friend called me a biddy yesterday.

I think it goes without saying that I am obviously not a biddy. I know I am several things, but a biddy? No freakin’ way.

Honestly? If I were a biddy, I would own up to it. I own up to all the other not-so-flattering traits I have, so I wouldn’t deny being a biddy if it were true. But as much as I like to flirt and drink and dance when I go out, I’m classy about it. I definitely do not demonstrate any type of biddy behavior. I don’t get trashed, I don’t depend on other people to take care of me (and consequently ruining their night), I don’t get together with multiple guys in one night… in short, I don’t do anything stupid.

What bothers me most about being called a biddy is that it stemmed from a conversation about what my friend and I did last weekend. Obviously the weekend involved going out, and we were trading stories as we didn’t go out together. And our stories, despite experiencing them separately, pretty much amounted to the same thing: going out with friends, drinking, dancing, and meeting people. But because I am the girl, I was the one that got judged for my actions last weekend even though his weekend experience was essentially parallel to mine!

I hate how these double standards exist with guys and girls. They irritate me in any context, but they are especially annoying in social and romantic contexts. There are definitely biddies in this world (both of the male and female variety1), but just because I am a girl who likes to go out does not automatically make me a dumb biddy. Nor do I exhibit biddy behavior at any point in time!

  1. I can’t think of the guy equivalent for the term “biddy.” Is there one? Or do guys just get called biddies too? [↩]

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Dealing With Guilt

November 2nd, 2010 by Manda | 3 Comments | Filed in Friends, Life

Last night, I got into a tiff with my best friend. It was totally and completely 100% my fault, and I will freely admit that I was out of line. It’s hard for me to admit that I was wrong and say sorry, but in this case it was wholly necessary. And admit that I was wrong and say sorry I did – I don’t remember the last time I’ve given such a profuse and heartfelt apology before.

Luckily, we smoothed things over and have put this incident behind us. However, I’m still dealing with the guilty feelings I have about the whole thing. It’s like the guilt is gnawing away at my insides. I’ll be in the middle of doing something and start thinking about how awful I feel, or I’ll be contemplating something completely unrelated and realize that I’ve still got vestiges of guilt swirling around in my system.

I always get like this when I feel guilty; it takes over my mind and body. I’m left consumed by guilt with no idea how to work through/past it. It’s usually only when I know something is completely my fault, as I’m generally not prone to feeling guilty all the time. When I do feel guilty, though, I sure feel it; I don’t know anyone whose stomach can literally hurt from this kind of feeling.

Maybe it’s because I have an issue with forgiveness. I don’t forgive easily, and thus when I am forgiven by someone I rarely feel like I deserve it. But I gotta find some way to either never feel guilty or deal with guilt (and forgiveness) better, because this is most definitely not healthy for my mind, body, or relationships.

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The Train Ride from Hell

October 14th, 2010 by Manda | 6 Comments | Filed in Travel

I’ve been debating what is the most powerful way to convey how awful my train ride from Hefei to Beijing was. It’s surprisingly difficult to convey just how hellish some experiences are, and this one was by far and away the worst travel experience I’ve ever had. Yes, it was even worse than the time I got drunk, violently ill, and then hungover on a train. It was that bad.

Two of my friends and I were taking the train from Hefei to Beijing at the end of our Huangshan trip. It was an 18 hour train ride, and we had hard seats. We knew it was going to suck, but we were determined to make the best of it. However, what we did not prepare for was the fact that seated in our section of the train (and by section, I mean right next to us) was a mother and her baby. This baby was wearing these assless chaps that are all the rage for babies here in China, and the mother had no grasp whatsoever of basic social and hygienic norms.

I am sure you can all guess where this is going.

The combination of lack of sleep, uncomfortable seats, absolutely no personal space, the ignorant mother, a very hungry (and consequentially, the owner of a very active bladder) baby, and long hours meant that the train ride was one straight from hell. Going from paradise at the peak of Huangshan to the bowels of hell on the train is a very long way to fall…

Here’s a blow-by-blow account of what happened, along with some accompanying photos:

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