There’s a huge buzz of entrepreneurs hitting the stands right now catering to the millennial crowd. Whether they’re selling services to assist you in discovering your career or tips and tricks to boost your SEO and branding (which I chatted about my love/hate relationship with here), they’re here and they’re proud and they’re calling all of us “babe”.
Let’s clear some things up before moving on…
- We are babes. We’re hotties. We’re in control of our lives. We use so much moisturizer (probs coconut oil, let’s be real), our skin actually resembles that of an infant.
- I guess being called a babe is better than being called “fugly”?
I understand the attempt at connecting with a new email subscriber or client right off the bat by addressing them with a “term of endearment” you think they want to hear, but it’s weird.
I might be the only one who thinks that, but… it’s weird.
“Hey babes! Thanks for signing up for my newsletter. It’s sure to be FULL of information you need to be your best self yet!”
“Don’t forget to check out my Insta stories on how to get the perf wing-tip eyeliner for that special night out! Talk later, babes!”
“Babes. You need this product in your life. I have it, and it made everything about me perfect. Be perfect too.”
Like, babe, stop. Hold your horses. Reel in the reigns. Choose a different word.
I think that, initially, “femtrepreneurs” (female entrepreneurs) started using this word as a way to set themselves apart from the others like them selling ebooks, online courses, career coaching, magical mascara that’ll make your lashes look like a horse’s, but now that everyone’s doing it, to me, it has become this strange epidemic of trying to fit in and be liked by all and have everyone love you.
But here’s the kicker…
Not everyone is going to like you.
No matter how hard you try, not everyone is going to want to buy your product or trust you with their innermost thoughts to create their perfect career or want to be called babe, especially by you, a stranger.
It took me over six months to be okay with my boyfriend referring to me as babe, not because I am woman hear me roar (even though I am), but because it’s just a term that has never really resonated with me, so when I do happen to sign up for a blog’s newsletter, and the first two words I see are, “Hey babes,” I immediately get turned off and unsubscribe.
But that’s just me. It’s not everyone.
There are some things in life that most people love and I don’t, and that’s totally cool. Just for kicks, I’ve put them in listicle format so we can pretend we’re reading Thought Catalog or Forbes or Huff Post:
11 Things Most People Love That I Definitely Do Not:
- Toy Story. It creeps me out. I wish I really knew why. It could be the large-eyed toys that come to life when no one is looking or literally everything about Sid, but I just don’t like it.
- Cheese. What’s the big deal? It’s CHEESE. It’s just cheese. Why is everyone so obsessed with it? I did have some boss cheese curds in Milwaukee, but even THEN, I was like, “I don’t get it.”
- Chipotle. I have eaten at Chipotle maybe 5 times in my life and every single time is a bigger disappointment than when I misspelled the word balcony in my 5th grade spelling bee, and I’m honestly still not over that mishap.
- Starbucks. Just get out of here with your obsession with Starbucks, especially with frappucinos, ESPECIALLY OF THE UNICORN VARIETY.
- Your eyebrows. NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEM BUT YOU.
- Snapchat filters. I’m so done, you guys. I am so done. If I never have to see another flower crown filter IN MY LIFE. And to those who record videos with the crown cut off, you aren’t fooling me! I know you’re not naturally airbrushed! SHOW ME THE BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES. LEMME SEE DAT BLEMISH.
- Music festivals. Alright, I’m from New Orleans, so I know a good time when I see one, and I’ve been to my fair share of music fests (VooDoo, Jazz Fest, random festivals on Oak St., etc.), but I just don’t see the allure? Maybe it’s that I don’t like large crowds of people or inevitably stepping in a mud puddle or standing at a stage for three hours to catch a band only to be pushed aside by some oddly strong skinny dude who’s drunk on PBR.
- Acai bowls. That’s all I have to say about AcAi bOwLs*~
- Succulents. It’s not that I don’t love them, but they don’t love me. I’ve already killed one, and now I have two more that aren’t looking so good. And if I can’t even keep a plant alive that is death-resisitent, then how in the hell am I supposed to potentially keep a child alive if I ever birth one?
- Rose. Or, excuse me, rosé. Rose all day! Rose and slay! No way, rose! I made the last one up. To me, rose can be overly sweet and sometimes taste like perfume, but, like I mentioned above, that might just be me, and that’s okay. It is a beautiful blush color, though. I’ll give it that much. But in my opinion, there are better summertime drinks that will keep you cool, keep you buzzed, and keep you looking cool when you’re buzzed, unlike wine which gives you one droopy eye.
- Hating on Valentine’s Day. I know it’s cool to bash Valentine’s Day and be all “We should love our S.O.’s EVERYDAY,” but shut up. No one really cares either way. I don’t love the holiday, but I’m never going to turn down someone handing me a box of chocolate and saying something nice. Why would you? What are you, A MONSTER?
What’s one thing you definitely do not like that most people definitely do?
Is there a topic on my list can you think you can change my mind about? I’d love to know your perspective!
Thanks for stopping by. Have a fantastic day, babes!!!!!!
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