"Well I'll keep drinking and you'll keep getting skinnier; I'm just like you, only prettier." -Miranda Lamber

Ever hear people say the world needs more girls like Miranda Lambert? Well they’re right; although I have a feeling there are plenty of girls out there like Miss Lambert, they just don’t know how to embrace it. The main reason my life –and most of your lives, sorry girls –aren’t like romantic comedies? Simple: they’re not real, and we are.

I will never look like the actresses that play out our romantic fantasies and I will never be as cool, polished, put together, or have just the right kind of quirks they do. And honestly, I’m okay with that. I will never be a size two and 5’6 –although I’m still holding out for that extra six inches, to be honest with you; my hair will always fall flat an hour after I tease it and my outfits will never be as stylish as our romcom heroines. I will never be as smooth and confident and classy as the ladies on screen, and I don’t think anyone ever will. And truthfully, I don’t think any of us want to be. I curse like a sailor, I’ll take a beer over wine any day, and you’re more likely to catch me in yoga pants and hoodie than in a dress. My friends are the same way, and I wouldn’t trade them for the classiest bitches on TV.

I’d rather watch football or hockey than the Bachelor; I’d rather go drinking at a bar with my best friends than to a high society party. Girls like me are not put together, we don’t know what we’re doing, and we’re more down to earth than the most laid back chick on the red carpet. We hang out with the guys and watch UFC and have dirtier minds than Seth McFarlane. Some of us are rednecks and are happiest on the back of an ATV out in the mud. We camp when we’re drunk and sometimes when we’re not; our sense of humour will get a more restricted rating than any romantic comedy you’ll find and we are a hell of a lot better in bed (most girls don’t cover up under the bed sheet after sex in real life).

When it comes down to it, we can complain about how men are nothing like the babes we dream about in the movies, how they’ll never be as romantic and charming and blah, blah blah, and they won’t. That’s never going to change, and neither are we. As flawed as our men are, we are equally disappointing when compared to romantic comedy goddesses. Compared to Mila Kunis and Scarlett Johansson, we are not “ten’s”; but who the hell cares, no one wants a ten anyway. There’s no hips to grab and you’d have to be airbrushed every morning; ain’t no one got time for that.

So to all parts of the romantic comedy, romance and beauty, high expectations and unrealistic standards, we don’t care that we’re not the same as you. We don’t care that we don’t look like you and that our love stories don’t always go as smoothly –and predictably –as yours do. It doesn’t matter because we all fall in love and we all get our happy ending, no matter how bumpy, classless, and unromantic it may be. As Miranda Lambert says, “we’re just like you, only prettier.”