Where's the Single Girl?

Yes I know, I'm a poor multi-blogger. If you've been missing me (assuming you've checked this one) I've been posting to my backinbangkok.blogspot.com blog.

I've been a bit bored on occassion at work, so turning to my friend the internet. Now (somewhat) removed from western culture, I find the fashion trends and makeuptrends and other such things quite interesting. Any makeup I wear here melts off before I get to work. For this entertainment, I of course go to women's websites, such as the MSN Women or ivillage, etc.

There are many message boards & articles available - a (Literally) virtual cornucopia of conflicting information.
An example: Should you go after him after he didn't return your phone call?
Answer One: Yes. There are numerous reasons why, don't over-react.
Answer Two: Face it, he's not that interested. Don't make a fool of yourself & move along.

So any advice you want on friendships, dating, marraige, motherhood, fitness, fashion, work, you can find it tenfold.

But notice I didn't list - 'being single' Where is the single girl? The one who stands up for herself? The one who faces her challenges & joys sans un homme? The one who enjoys her evenings alone with grace & finds laughter without a current love?

(To be fair, ivillage has a section on "single and loving it.' It is small and consists of basically one woman's opinion, but it's there. )

In an age when women (supposedly) do not have to identify themselves by the men in their life, why are the stories of single women silent?
Instead of 'what is he thinking?' how about 'is he a good choice for me if we can't communicate?'
Or, beyond love lives - instead of 'weight loss' how about 'healthy living' or 'the latest fashion trends you must have' what about 'clothes that look good on your body'

Perhaps its women trying to appear more than they are: as a woman 'dating' not 'single.' But why not single? Why define ourselves by a string of dates than be defined by ourselves, solo?
I'd rather be single than bored stiff before the main course arrives. I find a newspaper much better than conservation than a lot of men.

I just don't understand why the starting point isn't ourselves, as women, as people, as bundles of ideas and dreams and opinions. Then add men and stir.

All of a sudden, our clothes will fit better (we'd be more fashionable); our stress levels lower (once we stop second guessing if he really meant what he said or if he thinks he did but really he'll come around to see we are the one he really wants, really); so we'd have better skin; we'd feel better, look better, be better able to build relationships with those around us.

I'll have a lot of time to test this theory. Being a blonde girl in Thailand is far from glamourous. Bring on another stretch of singledom...weeee!