welcome to ask brasandranties, a new feature to the blogette which we hope brings aid, insight and solution to your life’s problems, instead of just listening to ours all the time. for what better way is there for us to utilize the lessons learnt from our absurd life than by attempting to fix your shit for you?
so whatever your struggle, odds are we’ve been there, done that and traipsed home the next morning wearing the tshirt. because we don’t just learn things – we learn them the hard way. give us a shot.
dear bras and ranties. currently dealing with a common problem of the ages i suppose: the all-but evisceration of my bestest friend after the acquisition of her new boyfriend. i’m trying not to be bitter but it’s pretty fucking lame non? love, best friends for (n)ever.
dear girl, how true your trouble rings. we ourself currently have a friend or two guilty of this very same friendship misstep. you know who you are. and yet, before we rantie, bras and ranties also must admit that we’ve also been charged as the accused – albeit at a much earlier (read immature) stage of the game. you see, while the bestfriend/boyfriend swap out may be a rather common mistake committed amongst girlfriends, it usually takes place earlier in life. or at least, when the dumbass doesn’t know any better.
truth is, it takes experience and a healthy sense of self to want to get the fuck away from your boyfriend every once in a while. time apart is key for all involved parties, and for the vitality of the relationship . and yet the number of women around us – women we’d consider friends – that seem centrifugally charged to the state and schedules of their boyfriends would be comical if it weren’t so pathetic. * note, this advice is only relevant if you have attempted to maturely discuss prior *
as is the case with any other behaviour we deem nonsensical, we must actively attempt to not care (read yell, scream and tear our hair out) as we watch otherwise intelligent women act the fool. our only suggestion is that you try your mightiest to do similar: ignore the bitch back.and when her (quite obviously dysfunctional) relationship inevitably ends and she comes round for ben & jerrys and a shoulder to cry on? ignore the bitch then too. at least for a day while you eat the half baked – you know, just so she learns her lesson. well? how’d we do…and who’s next?