Not Everyone is Going to Like It

Throughout my experiences as a young woman, I've (gratefully) learned the lesson that you can't please everyone. Don't get me wrong, it was not an easy lesson to learn in the slightest. I'm not a very stubborn person, but I do prefer to be right, so some instances I'm wrong in are harder to accept than others. One experience sticks out in my mind of a time I was making plans to hang out with a boy who we'll call Johnny. I'm tempted to use his real name and put him on blast because he DESERVES IT, but I'm better than that so, here we go. I matched with Johnny on Tinder. He was cute, seemed fun, and made music so he had his own thing going, which I admired. We made plans for him to come over to my place and we would just watch movies and have a casual afternoon together. When he arrived, everything was awesome and he was just as I suspected, I thought we were connecting really well. After he left, Johnny had messaged me and said he had a good time, to which I agreed, but a little bit later asked why I hadn't worn makeup or dolled myself up to see him. I was honestly shocked to be asked a question like that, as if our first date was to The Met Gala. Personally, I like doing makeup a lot, and I'm pretty darn good at it, but I was absolutely not going to put makeup on to hang out with a boy IN MY DORM ROOM. I asked Johnny why he'd ask such a (dumb) question and he said the fact that I didn't gussy myself up for him made him wonder if/how well I take care of myself. I was completely in shock, and I was tempted to hit the block button immediately (which I really should've the dude just got crazier). Not only was I disappointed, and infuriated, with how he had acted, I was upset that my expectations of him were wrong. He didn't decide to show his ass until he wasn't face to face with me, what a coward. Now that that instance is behind me, I'm glad I didn't succumb to his stupid expectation of me to put on a full face to spend the afternoon in the place I live. In the end, he isn't someone I want to like me.
Similarly to Fey's I Don't Care If You Like It chapter, I had to look at myself and decide if I was going to be myself or stoop down to please another person (a man no less, disgusting). In my younger years of life (I say that as if I'm not a tender 21 years old), I would take a more apologetic approach to defending myself. Saying things like, "I'm sorry but I don't want to do that." Now that I'm older, I've realized it's not worth the effort to tiptoe around someone's feelings when they're the ones that have wronged me. Also, what a waste of time it is to try to apologize for something that doesn't require an apology. Not wanting to do something for/with someone does not require an apology. It took a while, but I'm finally getting to an Amy Poehler level of, "I don't fucking care if you like it," and I'm absolutely loving every second of it.