Dear Girls,

You’re pretty. And if you’re not pretty, you’re probably smart, or have something interesting about you. It’s not the point; the point is that boys want you. Most of you will figure this out eventually. You’ll figure it out and you’ll use what we will call “girl powers”, they are the power for a girl to make mush of a boy. Some of you are great wielders of this girl power. Some of you are downright teases. The fact is, you use these girl powers on a boy, perhaps you don’t really like him, and you just want to be his friend. This boy will be confused, and he’ll begin to like you. He’ll be nice to you and caring and perhaps he’ll listen to you whine or spend long hours instant messaging you. One day the boy will get his courage up and tell you that he likes you! Be proud of this boy that’s a big step for him. Now you don’t like this boy, of course not, you just like hugging him and talking to him. Okay, so you tell him that. But remember, you can’t go back on your word now. You can’t keep consulting that little voice in the back of the head. You can’t give him hope if that’s never going to turn into something. You can’t giggle with your friends while he stands beside you hoping. You just can’t.

Basically, girls you are pretty. You can’t use that to be jerks. You might not think you’re a jerk, but you are. You might not mean it, but you’re doing it. Notice when you’re doing this! And then resolve to not do it anymore.

Imagine there was a guy who paid a lot of attention to you. You saw him looking at you in class, you started liking him. You finally confessed this crush to him! And he felt nothing for you. No more looks, no more attention. His friends might laugh a bit if they see you next to him, or whatever. Maybe later on the looks come back, he says thing that make you feel really hopeful. You can’t move on because of this hope! You’re stuck with a guy who doesn’t like you. That sounds…Well that sounds horrible, doesn’t it ladies?

I don’t really know how to end this letter ladies, can we stop blowing off guys like this? Can we stop being stupid in class while teachers strive for our attention? Can we stop worrying so much about our legs and our butts and our boobs?

Maybe not stop, but tone it down. It’s shameful. We can’t call boys jerks anymore, I mean take a look in the mirror. Wait, don’t, you’ve been doing that too much lately.

<3 Spoon

P.S. This isn’t even scratching the surface, and you know it.