Walking into my internship, late, teeth unbrushed, dirty hair and yoga pants on. I stride to my desk with the casual thought, “I will never find a respectful man to marry me.” But as I open my email and sort through my daily tasks I wonder why it is that I have been socialized to, above else, have my top concern find be finding a husband? I can assure you marriage is the last thing on the mind of a twenty-one year old boy. Even further my calm, unathletically inclined nature changes in regards to boys. The only time I feel I am truly competitive is when it concerns the attention of men.

But most importantly why I cannot talk to my friends about how I feel like their boyfriend is negatively impacting their life without them assuming I am jealous of their relationship? Sisters in my sorority have fought, cried, and disaffiliated over frat boys who stop caring approximately ten minutes after sex.

I just don’t understand why boys have to be the center of my life and if they aren’t I get questions like “are you a homosexual?” from my Grandma? We are at this magical place in our lives where we can do, be, or say anything we want. We can travel the world, building houses in Africa, be an ambassador to the Middle East, or free world. We are powerful, driven, ambitious, hardworking, self-loving, and fabulous women and no one can tell us otherwise. So why does society try and tell us otherwise because I don’t have a boyfriend and wear a size eight pants? Why is it that I have to consider casual sex and feminism to mutually exclusive things? Why can boys sleep around and be praised but women do and we’re sluts who need to “slow down and be careful.” The world better speed and watch out because when it’s our turn I we’re changing it. My daughters will be empowered not by being under the good grace of a man but because they decided they are powerful. It’s funny how something like sexism and the patriarchy can be so easily ignored when it works in your favor.