The Joy of a Controlling Boyfriend... (not even mine)

I've recently discovered that I have the power to be a counselling best friend for when my maties are having relationship issues and feel I should empart this advice to the public domain.

Generally, men are good for three things: money, sex and flowers. You do find the occassional gem who completes you in every way, but this is never certain until you've spent a solid week living with them.

My personal pet hate is possessive boyfriends. They seem to think that the world revolves around them and that we have nothing better to do than twiddle our thumbs and be at their beckon call. As a law student, there is not a hope in hell of that happening and it is more likely for him to be making me dinner after I've worked the 5am-9pm shift at the solicitors office.

The modern woman seems to have been hidden behind sexist jokes and slutty outfits. You would have thought in this, the 21st century, that teenage pregnancies would be virtually nonexistant because women want to have a successful career and not be a man's dogsbody. I'm not saying that this is a bad choice in life, I just feel that with so many options open to women these days it seems a shame to waste them when you can have a child and settle down once you feel you've filled your aspirations.

Possessive boyfriends need to back off and learn that we are independant women who have a life outside them. Trust that we love you, but we love other people too and get bored spending time with just one person. Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.

And so concludes my rant: men should be grateful for us women otherwise they would be stuck with top shelf magazines and toilet roll. So let us include you in our lives, not control us with yours.