Rejection: that's life, boys.

I won't lie to you: it's always been a dream of mine to write a Carrie-esque blog entry, or a relationship-related column in a newspaper or magazine, and I think I've finally found the chance. Goodness knows I kind of want to be Carrie - just a little bit.

Mainly for the whole sitting around in my underwear with a cigarette in hand in front of my computer, gazing out the window murmuring "and I couldn't help but wonder..." (what a romanticised vision, I know).

Sitting at our usual spot at uni today with the usual Monday morning gals - tea in hand, of course - our conversation turned, as it almost always does, to the ridiculous stupidity and strangeness that one might encounter during nearly any interaction with the male 'species' - and I say species, because boys in general really do seem to be a part of a whole other type of human being.

Ah, yes. This species of mankind does often seem to be depicted by us ladies as subjecting us to its incomprehensible behaviour and constantly breaking hearts.

Yet, it was Marina who taught us how to be heartbreakers.

Sitting with the girls we reflected upon the harshness of rejection. And I couldn't help but wonder: is a girl a heartbreaker just because she rejects someone whom she was friendly with over a number of weeks? And by friendly, I mean texting often and having coffee together? Surely you couldn't possibly owe another person anything if only after a mere few weeks? Yet, if I were the one being rejected, would I feel like I merited some sort of explanation?

Could we even call rejection a type of character building, or is this simply a way out of feeling the guilt of rejecting someone?

It's easy, of course, for me to say rejection is a type of character-building, but rejection is, after all, a part of life. Maybe we should all take a leaf out of Marina's book, and feel the full force of feminine power and strength that she seems to advocate in her anthem.

To be continued...

Sarah