Oh Screw Beautiful.

I like Meghan Trainor, but I LOVE her new song, ‘NO.’

Beyond the obvious feminist undertones, there’s one lyric that just speaks volumes to me and I want to scream it from a mountain top (to almost all guys, but especially one in particular).

“Call me beautiful, so original…”

Oh, you think I’m beautiful? Great. So does my grandma and my best friends and 89% of the guys I’ve ever encountered, big deal. When did guys get lazy? No, I’m serious, in this culture of ‘Swipe Right,’ guys have become so unoriginal and uncreative.

One guy has literally texted me some variation of, ‘hey what’s up?’ every week for the past 3 months. SO ORIGINAL. Nothing like a, ‘Hey what’s up?’ text to get me foaming at the mouth and running to meet up with him. There’s probably one thing better than a ‘Hey what’s up’ text, and that’s a ‘your beautiful‘ text. Grammatically incorrect and all.

Sometimes I think I’m picky and sometimes I’m definitely convinced I was born in the wrong era. What happened to flowers and dates? Yes, DATES. Guys used to call and spend hours on the phone, or take a girl dancing. They’d write letters, long letters to their loves. When did men get lazy?

And if I get one more comment about my face or my ass and how beautiful I am, I might scream. In the words of Christina Yang,

“Oh, screw beautiful. I’m brilliant. If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.”

Yas, Yang, YAS.