My friends and I hate that song. You know, the Dierks Bentley one. It talks about how “it’s different for girls, when their hearts get broke. Can’t tape it back together with whiskey and Coke.”
Okay, okay. Just listen to it, here:
I love Dierks. I really do. He’s a hometown country boy and being a country-loving Arizonan, it’s part of my obligation to like him.
But dang it, I hate that song.
As I drove “home” tonight (and I say that in quotes because my home for the weekend is a cute little townhouse nestled into the Ahwatukee foothills, complete with the cutest, fluffiest dog), that song came on. At first, my normal irritation arose because – to quote my best friend here – we sure as hell can tape ourselves back together with whiskey and Coke. Though, I will admit, I prefer tequila or gin.
That, however, is not the point.
The point is, after my initial flood of irritation washed over me, I thought about it for a split second longer than I normally do.
And you know what?
It is different for girls.
But, disclaimer. It’s not different for girls in the cute, fragile, damsel-in-distress, can’t-nurse-a-broken-heart-back-together kind of way the Dierks unfortunately paints a picture of.
No, it’s different for girls because that picture is exactly what society expects. Weakness is assumed. We are not supposed to put ourselves back together with whiskey and Coke because that’s just not ladylike.
You know what else isn’t ladylike?
Independence. Ambition. Courage. All things that have gotten women to where we are today.
Don’t get me wrong. Heartbreak hurts. I get it. I 100% understand – I have been there. I have felt as if someone had wrenched my heart straight out of my chest, stomped all over it, and feebly handed it back to me with the lamest “We could still be friends” ever. (FYI: that never works.)
But I have also felt the freedom that comes from putting yourself back together. Maybe there was no whiskey and Coke involved and maybe I didn’t go out and get with someone else and then act like it never happened like the song says – but I didn’t do that because I’m me, not because I’m a girl.
I really wish anyone else sang this song. I honestly do.
But, dear Dierks, please rethink it.
After all, it’s not like you want to be held to the expectation of turning into a world-class, whiskey-swigging, playboy jerk just to get away from your problems and forget about the one that got away, right?
Didn’t think so.