I saw more of MTV's "Sorority Life." I remembered why I do not like women like the ones in that sorority. But I can't help but watch the show -- it's like a train wreck, you know you should look away but you just can't take your eyes off it.

The women in that sorority are just so smarmy. And cutesy. I hate both. There's a time for being cute and I have no problems with cute, but never cutesy. To them, it's all about "the sisterhood" and "building trust and respect for the other sisters" and, even when they're scolding a pledge, the conversation has to end with hugs. The women that they're more interested in pledging are like putty being molded in their hands -- empty vessels that they can indoctrinate with the whole "you must be true to your sisterhood and we are your second family" mentality, and who will buy into that whole deal no questions asked.

For some reason, there's an ongoing perception that men are afraid of women who can think for themselves. I'm not quite sure why. But I work better with women who can voice an opinion and who can argue a point with me, despite the fact that recently, my brain seems to be degrading to the point of rot and I make simple mistakes (like thinking Ted Williams was the baseball recluse who was married to Marilyn Monroe, not Joe DiMaggio, even though I knew otherwise but my brain slipped out of gear for a moment). But that's another story. I prefer a strong personality in a woman because it challenges me a bit, and it also makes it easier for me to interact with her. I went on a date with someone once who was reticent to tell me that she was a Harvard Law student -- she called it "dropping the H-Bomb" -- because she'd apparently scared off guys before by revealing it, but it only made me more interested. Plus, in the times when I do just want to sit back and take the backseat, I don't have to deal with someone who becomes an emotional and indecisive mound of Jello.

To continue this line of thinking, I've also heard complaints that sometimes I do seem indecisive which is something I got a lot from one of my former girlfriends. It's not that I'm indecisive. It's that I really just don't have any preference. I like so many different things that when it comes to making a choice, I really am usually fine with whatever is presented to me and I'll find something to be happy with it. Whenever I visited my parents, they always used to get upset because I used to tell them that I wasn't really in the mood for any particular kind of food to have for dinner. I eventually solved that problem by having them list off some places they wanted to go and picking one that struck my fancy at that particular moment. But I don't understand why people get so frustrated when I tell them I don't care and they can choose whatever they want. I'm returning the favor to them of picking where they want to go, what they want to do -- you'd think they'd be appreciative and if they felt strongly about one thing or another, they'd pick it rather than getting upset with me for not making the choice for them. Honestly, if I don't feel like an activity or a meal, I'll speak up. I have no problems with speaking up. But why don't people believe me when I say that I'm okay with whatever?