A Dear Pablo Letter, From the Girlfriend I Never Knew I Had
So yesterday I read an interesting article in Sirens, a new online chick magazine. It was about a phenomenon known as the Fag/Hag Relationship (AKA Will & Grace Syndrome). For some reason this article really hit home. No, I wasn’t just relating to the article because it was well written and talked about a situation close to my heart – the damn article is actually about Me, personally! Mind you, it is based on me, and a bit embellished – she didn’t get all "James Frey" on us, just some poetic license.
It is funny how that until I saw it in print, I never realized how dysfunctional my relationship with my “Fairy Princess*” was.
*I don’t like the term fag hag. I surround myself with beautiful people (I am not that shallow, inner beauty counts, too.) For me the term “Hag” conjures up images of girls with low self-esteem (whether skinny or fat, short or tall), and I don’t like to be around that.
I never considered my gal pal anything more than that. She was Nicole to my Paris, the jelly to my peanut butter – you get the picture. In fact, we tried to start a campaign to become the next “It” couple (Move over Olsen Twins). But our dreams were dashed when outside a screening of The Cat in The Hat we stopped to pose for the paparazzi and the flash bulbs suddenly stopped. How dare they, didn’t they know who we were? They weren’t there for us; they wanted to get pictures of Uma Thurman and her kids.
I will admit, as the article points out, there were moments when we crossed a few lines of the “relationship” – Be it friends or lovers. But I would never have thought that what we had was any more dysfunctional than the other friendships I have with other woman or men for that matter.
My main problem with the article is that it is a precautionary tale for the women. After all, Sirens is a magazine for the ladies. But you know who really gets hurt in the Fairy Princess/Gay Guy relationship, the gays! Cause in the end, the girl gets the guy, the house, and the kids. Not that I personally want any of that, but I wish I at least had the option (vote yes on legalizing same sex marriage).
It is so sad that when a girl settles down, and has babies she expects everyone else to jump up and down and scream hurray. Meanwhile, we end up losing our pals and are forced to care about the little ones that they pump out. Fine, things change. I am ok with that, but I still think you should have a balanced life and not cut those friends out who knew you when…I am just saying is all.
So now I’ve really gotten away from the topic of the article, but this is after all my blog and I can ramble if I want to.
No hard feelings to my lady friend. In fact she’ll be in town tomorrow and is my date for an opening at the Museum of Sex. There will be lots of inappropriate touching, and she better be wearing high-heels and a low cut blouse – that’s right Girl, you better turn it out for me!
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It is funny how that until I saw it in print, I never realized how dysfunctional my relationship with my “Fairy Princess*” was.
*I don’t like the term fag hag. I surround myself with beautiful people (I am not that shallow, inner beauty counts, too.) For me the term “Hag” conjures up images of girls with low self-esteem (whether skinny or fat, short or tall), and I don’t like to be around that.
I never considered my gal pal anything more than that. She was Nicole to my Paris, the jelly to my peanut butter – you get the picture. In fact, we tried to start a campaign to become the next “It” couple (Move over Olsen Twins). But our dreams were dashed when outside a screening of The Cat in The Hat we stopped to pose for the paparazzi and the flash bulbs suddenly stopped. How dare they, didn’t they know who we were? They weren’t there for us; they wanted to get pictures of Uma Thurman and her kids.
I will admit, as the article points out, there were moments when we crossed a few lines of the “relationship” – Be it friends or lovers. But I would never have thought that what we had was any more dysfunctional than the other friendships I have with other woman or men for that matter.
My main problem with the article is that it is a precautionary tale for the women. After all, Sirens is a magazine for the ladies. But you know who really gets hurt in the Fairy Princess/Gay Guy relationship, the gays! Cause in the end, the girl gets the guy, the house, and the kids. Not that I personally want any of that, but I wish I at least had the option (vote yes on legalizing same sex marriage).
It is so sad that when a girl settles down, and has babies she expects everyone else to jump up and down and scream hurray. Meanwhile, we end up losing our pals and are forced to care about the little ones that they pump out. Fine, things change. I am ok with that, but I still think you should have a balanced life and not cut those friends out who knew you when…I am just saying is all.
So now I’ve really gotten away from the topic of the article, but this is after all my blog and I can ramble if I want to.
No hard feelings to my lady friend. In fact she’ll be in town tomorrow and is my date for an opening at the Museum of Sex. There will be lots of inappropriate touching, and she better be wearing high-heels and a low cut blouse – that’s right Girl, you better turn it out for me!
Back to Front Page!
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