Being old and blabbering my femi-nazi views

After dealing with several immature 18 year old boys last night, it reminded me that I am old and grouchy. Sadly, I am no longer this vibrant young girl with lots of energy and naive point of view, but I am wiser and do not like to put up with other people's baggage.
Maybe my New York experience got to me way too much and has made me into this person with a survival of the fittest mentality. Hopefully not, because I disliked that about New Yorkers. But, nevertheless I am transformed into what I never hoped to be... the b-word.
I do still care. I absolutely love my 46 residents, even though some of them are scared at my boldness. I love all the people close to me, but as I age I am reminded of one of my favorite quotes:
"Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry." -Gloria Steinem
As my education grows and I realize how many opportunities await for me after college, I strive every day to try to make me more prepared to be successful. This kind of mentality definitely ages a girl after a few years.
Growing up in the suburbs between Dallas and Fort Worth, women never seem to age. Even in school, we were basically taught that being beautiful will get you places because it leads to landing a husband. When asked in the classroom where we hoped to be in 10 years, the most common answer was "hopefully married with kids." People were always shocked when I said that I want to be living anywhere but Texas with a high powered job.
Remembering the drill team experience was the worst. We all were placed with a "football guy" who we would make signs/ cookies for every week. Thinking back, my only purpose during football season was to wear a short skirt, support all of the men's sports and look cute. Seems a little empty if not for the dancing.
As the amazing op-ed columnist for the New York Times, Maureen Dowd, asks the question in her most recent book, "Are men necessary?" with all of their downfalls from Enron to the presidency to being absolute idiots in general (especially in college), I cannot help but to conclude that more women need to be in power. We need another Ann Richards, a powerful woman that doesn't put up with crap. It saddens me to see Strayhorn lacking in the gubnatorial race in Texas. I think that she would make a great Texas governor.
Or maybe I am just an old grouchy woman. Last night a freshman girl talked to me about not being asked out since she has been in school. I looked at her and said, "sweetheart, just f- them... they're not worth your time."
Tis true, males in general are not interested in a girl unless she is half clothed and drunk at a party, and then guys are only interested in instant gratification. I have seen it way too many times, and, this being a Friday night in the dorms with a Plan II party down the street, I am about to see even more girls get used and then thrown out by uncaring jerks.
A part of Dowd's book reminds me of the scene at UT:
"A friend of mine who has been teaching classes in the Ivy League for the last few years talked about the mass confustion caused by the uneasy blend of retro attitudes about dating with modern sexual freedom.
He said that thest extremely powerful girls outperform boys all day in class. They're talkative, nicely dressed. Then at night, they put on as few clothes as possible, looking so skimpy it must be chilly. These are girls who got double 800s on their SATs, presidents of their class, Model U.N. representatives, and on Thursday and Saturday nights they drink a bunch of pregame vodka shots with their friends, because they're actually a little scared to go out into the meat market. It's all very ritualized."
Dowd goes on to talk about how women go into clubs and parties initially with the power, but due to society, and alcohol, women become subservient to the male species because that is what socially women are supposed to do. Basically, women are doing everything prefeminism and postfeminism which causes for mass confusion on everyone's part.
For my young girls in all of the Quad who are just going out into the world and living in a co-ed dorm, I am so scared for them. I wish I could just pour all my knowledge into their brain. It is such a far way to fall from honors kid with a 4.0 to that wasted girl in the corner.
And then I realize that I am an old grouchy woman who will probably be even older one day with lots of cats. I am ready for the future!