Sunday, February 19, 2012
Single White Females like Surveys
I'm a SWF because...I hate commitment.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
SWF Evenings: Part 1
This is the time when you can throw on your swank silk robe, pour yourself a glass brimming with sparkling wine, and massage on your favorite face mask while tuning into a great black & white you found on TCM.
Or...This is the time when you can throw on those sweats you've had lying on the floor of your bedroom for the past week, crack open a fresh box of room temperature Franzia, and catch up on The Bachelor/The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills/trashy reality show thats been sitting on the DVR for the past week, all with a face full of day old makeup.
Whichever. I think you know which one applies to me.
I am extensively selfish (in the adorable/charming way) and therefore cherish these evenings. So for the next week, SWFLA will take a closer look at these introverted moments I cherish dearly.
So ladies, a successful evening in doesn't just materialize like gays at a Britney concert. No, it requires a little effort and a few products that any true SWF would have in constant supply. Namely: a Bath Bomb.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Defining a SWF
The always poignant Urban Dictionary defines a SWF as an acronym for "single, white female; an abbreviation often used in personal ads."
I am this very definition, except I do not frequent internet dating sites on lonely weeknights, desperately peppering my bios with the label SWF while swilling glass after very full glass of Franzia.
I am single. I am white. And I am most definitely female.
But being a SWF is more than just being a sometimes lonely, always pale female.
It’s about spending hours at the gym and ruining it in 20 minutes into our annual Thursday happy hour. It’s about our awkward obsession with small, furry cats, kittens, and sometimes puppies. It’s about our deep belief that Ryan Gosling is truly our betrothed. It’s about our constant failures in the kitchen and the mess that they inevitably yield. It’s about our personal war with self-tanners. It’s about finding our glitter covered gay best friend, where ever he may be.
This blog is about what it means to be a twenty-something SWF, living alone and sorting through the strange intricacies that life throws.