In my experience, women love to pass the blame. It could be for almost any reason and to almost anyone or anything, but they’ll be damned if they’re stuck with that blame, like a high-stakes game of Hot Potato.

They’ve gained weight? Blame it on the holidays. “Thanksgiving and Christmas really came out of left field this year. I am powerless to stop them!” They had a bad night? Blame it on “that bitch” who showed up and ruined the evening. “I was fine until she showed up. She didn’t even look at me or talk to me, but I could feel her hating me all night.”

They go three months out of college without finding a job? Blame it on the alma mater… in the form of a $72,000 law suit. “[They] did not help me with a full-time job placement. I am also suing them because of the stress I have been going through.” Tina Thompson (Monroe College, ‘09) is doing just that. She’s suing the Monroe Mustangs for the entire cost of her tuition and an extra two grand for stress. She’s entitled to a job, she says, because she had a solid B- average and a flawless attendance record. (Never mind the fact that one twelfth of New York is unemployed.)

I’m not trying to say that men haven’t been passing the blame since the dawn of time, but in my experience, women do it with greater frequency and ferocity.

Women be trippin on weddings. Katie, a past podcast guest, is getting married next week year, so we asked Sarah, her maid of honor and another friend of the podcast, to tell us about the experience in all its crazy glory. Here’s the first chapter in Katie’s trip to the altar.

In January, Katie and I went ring-shopping. Katie wanted me to help her pick out the perfect ring, then relay the information to her boyfriend, Bryan. “I’m going to have to wear this ring everyday,” she said. “It’s like letting someone else pick out a tattoo for you. That’s crazy!”

This was only the beginning of the crazy.

Katie suggested that I try on rings, too, but that dream ended when the salesman asked me, “So what’s his name?” Some things are too scary even to lie about.

The salesman (who towered over me like Michael Clark Duncan) thought that ring-shopping with a friend was odd. Looking around the store, we saw excited women clutching fear-stricken men who could only see price tags and carat sizes, failing to see the importance of sparkle factor and the bragging rights that come with a ring so big it says, “My fiancé loves me more than yours does.”

What truly matters when selecting a diamond is the fit. Just like big people should never wear horizontal stripes, small hands should never wear anything too clunky or big. Slender hands, on the contrary, can get away with more bling. However, over the top clusters should be reserved for man hands, to distract. And never give a diamond to a woman with talons. (She might lose it in the wild.)

Once the ring has been bought, there is one deadly comment that must be avoided - never said to the bride-to-be unless your goal is to be uninvited to the wedding and bitch-slapped by a girl wearing a huge rock. Do not ever compare the bride-to-be’s ring with someone else’s engagement ring. I saw this happen, and it was terrible.

Remember, diamonds are as unique as f***ing snowflakes.

Apparently, women face a real gift-dilemma when it comes to breaking up. What should they do with all the gifts that they got from their now-jerk boyfriends during the span of their relationships?

Out of Your Life and Ex-Boyfriend Jewelry have arrived on the scene to help women during these tough times. Ex-Boyfriend Jewelry is like Craigslist for the recently dumped, where ladies can pawn off their jewelry while sharing sob stories about their last relationship. Out of Your Life is a newer site - essentially an online pawn shop - that will pay you for whatever jewelry you send to them.

In both cases, aren’t we going a little overboard, ladies? I think that these elaborate web sites that re-affirm the sisterhood are kind of bogus. If you hate your ex so much and all the jewelry that he gave you, then just take it to a brick-and-mortar pawn shop. There are seven within walking distance of my house, alone. It’s not like these places are tough to find.

But no, women insist on using these Thelma-and-Louise sites to show solidarity with the female-nation.

This is one of those things that I think I’ll never understand because there’s just no male equivalent.

Walk through the aisles of Walgreens, Bath and Body Works, or Nordstrom. There is an entire area dedicated to skin care. Bottles and bottles of moisturizer, foot creams, make up remover, lip balms, face wash, zit prevention, zit treatment, suntan lotion, tanning oil, facial masks, hair remover, hair bleach and probably hundreds more I’ve never heard of.

One thing you’ll never find for girls is plain Skin Cream. It doesn’t exist. Apparently, skin is different depending on where it is on your body. God forbid you use foot creme as face cream. Don’t even try using your day moisturizer at night. Body lotion doubling as suntan lotion is just about as crazy as using shower gel as shampoo (I know, it’s weird). And then there’s lotions for dry skin, oily skin, acne-scarred skin. I haven’t even mentioned scents, SPFs, and brands.

To men, skin is skin. Moisturizer is moisturizer. The stuff I put on my hands is good enough for my face. And you girls may be thinking, “Noo!! You’ll clog up all your pores and you’ll break out!” But the irony is that you girls break out too. So either you’re being screwed by the Skin Care industry and overpaying for dozens of different creams, or humans are meant to have zits. I’ll stick to my one, $20 bottle of regular, unscented moisturizer.

I understand that some people need sleeping masks to help them sleep. That’s completely reasonable.

But I don’t understand the people behind these kitten and puppy “eye pillows.” They’re obviously geared toward people who have an odd predilection for domestic animals sleeping on their faces.

What kind of person gets this as a gift? I can’t imagine watching someone open this present, as I say, “Well, you’re always talking about how much you love having a puppy lull you to sleep as he squats on your dome.”

I’ve known some intense cat ladies in my time, but I can’t imagine anyone willingly putting a feline on her face. It’s dangerous and immensely creepy.

What’s next? Kitten cars? Mink bikinis? Puppy toilets?!

WBT Podcast: Women be trippin on the gifts they buy their boyfriends and the gifts they expect in return.

(Special guest: Em)

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Women Be Trippin everywhere and all the time. Here’s the next chapter in our list of 101 Ways Women Be Trippin.

I understand dressing for girls. I do it practically every day. The goal, although not always successful, is to get one comment from a girl per day (keep the bar high, right?).

I could care less what guys think about what I wear. That’s not to say that I’ve never worn anything to impress my guy friends. A funny threadless shirt, ironic vintage shirt, rare Air Jordans or even a slick watch is a pretty good way to get all your boys excited. The point is that it still looks good. But on a daily basis, it boggles my mind.

It’s not that there is an entire population of women who dress for each other, but just that what these woman consider hot is so unattractive and unflattering, I’m dumbfounded that women continue to dress like this. There are puffy shirts that look like burlap sacks, colorful dresses that hide any sign that you have a figure at all (aka boob curtains), one-piece bathing suits, boys’ button-up shirts, high-waisted shorts, and - worst of all - hats.

These clothes are so unattractive to guys.

If there’s a reason to dress for girls besides showing off about who can spend more money on more unflattering clothes, please. Let us know.

A few months ago, we interviewed Katie about her need for an expensive engagement ring in the absolute near future. We’d like to congratulate Katie and her boyfriend, who got engaged over the weekend. Here is the original interview from seven months ago:

(Special guest: Katie)

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Dating coach Kira Sabin hosts Your Weekly Dating Makeover, a weekly internet radio show to help women in the dating scene. Along with her co-host Richard, Kira invited Eddie from Women Be Trippin onto this week’s show.

On the show, Eddie discusses the site, “the exceptions to the rule,” ugly friends, meeting guys at bars, wish fulfillment, the ultimate girl-on-girl insults, man-competition, a $3.7 million virginity price tag, I Remember Andrea, hiding from ex-boyfriends, internet stalking (aka lazy stalking), the lemonade diet, and the brazilian wax.

If I bought my girlfriend something practical for her birthday, I’d be tarred and feathered, put on some FBI list, and relegated to the spiteful stares of my girlfriend’s friends. Women don’t want practical gifts. They want something superficial. I don’t necessarily mean that they want something expensive, but they want something that will make them the envy of their friends.

The biggest difference is that I want something I can use: She wants something she can show off.

Here’s what women want in a gift:

1. Something to hang on their wall.
2. Something shiny.
3. Something to wear.

I’ve finally figured out the perfect gift. It satisfies all three requirements: Suit of armor. Displayable on the wall? Totally. Shiny? Very. Fashionable? Oh yeah.