For a girl, social media and relationships are validation machines. Combining the two is like combining bourbon and coke. Or bleach and ammonia, depending on your perspective. The latter seems to be the consensus around these parts.

Bitches be cray.

She loves when her cray is justified, because her cray is happening no matter what. Who better to justify her bullshit than her high school girlfriends, her twice-divorced aunt, and her countless beta orbiters, thirsty for a dribble of that booty sweat that you have stinking up the sheets that you literally just washed today, after her high school girlfriend came on them earlier?

It's not going away. Odds are, your girl is a slut. Odds are, you're reading this because you're not a natural. Odds are, you care more than you should.

Get the fuck over it.

Girls are different than we are. That's just the God damn truth. If you haven't accepted that yet, go play with fire trucks in the sandbox and read the Book of Pook, No More Mr. Nice Guy, and Anti_Dump's Machine. If you haven't read these books, you're trying to sharpen a sword that you haven't even forged yet.

She craves that attention.

That validation is what makes her blood course through her veins.

'Tis what it is, fellas. Enjoy the ride and lift heavy.