One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…

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They say it’s a woman’s job to prove men wrong. But I’m afraid I have failed. I can not spend less than an hour in the bathroom getting ready. It doesn’t matter that I have to be somewhere in 10 minutes, I don’t care that you’re dressed ready, the taxi outside horn blaring doesn’t seem to get my attention…if my hair doesn’t look perfect, I am not going out!

So I feel like I should appologize to all men on behalf of all women who spend half of their lifes (and a quarter of their men’s life) in front of the mirror. We do not intend to start getting ready 3 hours before you and actually finish 2 hours after you’re ready. It just happens. Yes, every time. Or, as you often express it… “every fucking time!!!”.

And yes, when we’re finally ready and we arrive at that club, we do have to go straight to the ladies room to fix those finishing touches. No, we have no idea why it takes so long and no, we don’t mind if you trick us, by telling us the start times for things are an hour earlier than they really are. However, it will never work, fate is a strange thing.