Classy Girls keep their feelings in check!

Hey Classy Girls! I hope all of you are doing well and that you're keeping everything classy. I know, it's been a while since I've written, but it's been a long few months. I had some pretty bad sicknesses, and I'm working on a bachelor's degree. So needless to stay, blogging hasn't been on my priority list. hahaa. So anywho, this classy girls is about keeping your feelings in check. I recently learned this the hard way, by throwing a tantrum over something so trivial I'm ashamed to even admit what it was. (Those of you who do, shh. :D) Anywho, I made myself look like a complete jackass and it wasn't even my PLACE to get that upset. Needless to say, I didn't keep it classy. As a classy girl, it is important that when you don't agree with someone or something, you voice your opinion in a CLASSY way. You don't throw a fit or get pissy because something doesn't go your way. That is definitely not classy. Now, you might be asking yourself "Heavan, how DO I voice my opinion without being a jerk" well, there might be a situation where voicing your opinion isn't right. There are times where you should just keep your mouth shut because that IS the classy thing to do. Other times when it is your place to voice your opinion, it's important that you don't let your feelings run how you talk to people. Being a ginger, that's very hard for me sometimes. I will tell you, sometimes I feel like I can't control my mouth. But hey, you should know that if you just take the time to breathe, and make sure that people know you're not trying to be rude, you will get your point across. And to those girls, I know I've said sorry like a million times, but I'm sorry. I love you both. :D That's another classy thing. Saying sorry after you mess up. :D Keep it classy ladies!

How to deal with a notsoclassy girl at work. [it's been so long! sorry!]

Hello Classy Girls!

First of all I want to apologize for not writing! It's been so long and I am SO sorry that I haven't even given you all the time of day. So hey, hope you're all keeping it super classy. ;)

So on to the title of my blog. How to deal with a notsoclassy girl at work. Now I must tell you I definitely work with one of these AND LET ME TELL YOU IT'S NOT FUN. It is for sure one of the most stupid and uncalled for things in my life, however you have to remember, classy girls are always at peace.
Don't get me wrong, I definitely have my moments, however there comes a time when you are allowed to lose your cool, and then there comes a time when you just have to take it on the chin. Let me tell you, work is most certainly not the place to lose your cool. On to my story about the notsoclassy girl.
Let me start by saying she consistantly reeks. She smokes AND drinks coffee and makes a conscious effort to be in EVERYONE'S face. There is a simple fix to that. OFFER HER A BREATHMINT. LOL. This girl is always up in my face talking some major stuff and I just politely ask her if she wants a piece of gum, and let me say SHE ALWAYS SAYS YES! hahahaha.
Anywho secondly, she's a bitch. Forgive my language, but that's really the only way I can put into words how she acts towards everyone. Now, I am in no way condoning calling everyone who irks your nerves the b-word, so please don't think that. Remember: Classy girls only swear when the time is right. :D Anywho, she is always talking down to someone about something and there comes a time when you just have to say enough is enough. Today in fact, she snapped at me for the simple question of "are you coming to the meeting we have". I just smiled and said "I am a person, not a dog, please don't talk to me like one". People were so impressed that I didn't backhand her like the unclassy girl in me wanted to do.
Third...she's the office gossip. She always has something negative to say about someone and well, we've already discussed how classy girls deal with gossip, however I will address it again. Gossip is most certainly not for classy girls. Therefore if you ever deal with someone who likes to gossip, simply tell them that you don't like talking about anyone because you would rather your name stay out of any drama that might ensue from the bad mouthing. Let me tell you, it works every single time.

So there you have it ladies. Breathmints, kind words, and a little bit of smiles goes a long way with a notsoclassy girl. I promise you that it will have a lasting effect on EVERYONE.

Now that I have written a small novel, I just want to extend congratulations to my fellow writer and period fairy blogger: JESSIE PRATLEY. She got engaged a few days ago, and we are soooo happy for her. Especially since Gary should have done it a while ago. ;) Just kidding Garebaby. Except only a little bit. HAHAHA. Congrats baby. I love you!

I am going to try to start doing these again. Look for them every friday! :)
And as usual, if you ever wanna write for classy girls, just email me. <3 heavansetler@gmail.com

Keep your heads held high, and that class shining.

--Heavan

Chivalry is only dead because we allow it to be.

Hello Fellow Classy Girls!

SO sorry I have not written a classy girls in a while. Between being super sick, and finals, and switching jobs, I have no life! Haha, but alas, this classy girl is back for the time being.

Anywho, I’d like to talk about something that has really been bugging me for a while. You classy girls are really starting to make me feel not so good. “But why Heavan” is all I can hear. Well ladies, here’s why:

Lately I feel like women in general are not being treated like they deserve by men. Ladies, you are all princesses, it’s time to start acting like them. My very first classy girls blog was a few notes about how to be a classy lady. Did you forget this?
Men are designed to take care of us ladies, so WE SHOULD LET THEM. Don’t get me wrong I am all about girl power. I know you all are independent. But there comes a point in time when you have to exert your independence elsewhere.
FOR EXAMPLE: The other day I was out with a guy friend of mine and he reached for his wallet to pay for my coffee. Immediately I said “no, it’s okay, don’t worry about it” and after talking back and forth for about 5 minutes, I finally caved and let him pay for it. Why? Because he wanted to. Because he felt like he had to take care of something as simple as a coffee in order to make me feel good.
In this day and age, we are hard wired into thinking that this is a man AND a woman’s world, therefore we should all work separately because that’s how it should be. Well, ladies…forget that garbage.
Now, I’m not saying you should DEMAND that guys pay for things, or hold doors open for you, or anything. That is actually far from what I’m saying. I’m telling you that if a guy wants to take care of you, FREAKING LET HIM TAKE CARE OF YOU. There is nothing wrong with that. It doesn’t show you’re weak, or dependent on the opposite sex to get you by. It shows that you are respectful. That you want people to treat you like that. That you respect another man for treating you like that, therefore other men will see that and actually fight for your respect. (Don’t even act like it’s not true ladies. You all know that it is. :D)
Chivalry is only dead because we allow it to be. We think that we have to be these big tough women who take care of themselves and act like our stuff don’t stink. Well, if it looks like poop, smells like poop, it’s probably poop right? STOP ACTING LIKE POOP.

That’s my rant for the week. Remember that you should always always ALWAYS keep it classy.

Bullying, State Legislation, and how THIS classy girl is going to change things.

Hello classy girls!

What an interesting week this has been for me. And by that, I really mean this passed few days, but hey we'll go with the week. ;)
I'm not sure if many of you follow the news; (you should start if you don't.) but on Thursday November 3rd, the Michigan Senate passed a legislation regarding anti-bullying. This bill has many valid points, however there was a very large hole left in a section of it. Now I'm just paraphrasing this section, but essentially it says that if someone can justify their bullying based on religion or moral convictions, then the State will support them. You can preview the bill here
Now, let me ask you classy girls, is this alright? I would hope that you all say no, because we all know bullying is wrong no matter what the circumstance. As a victim of bullying, I am doing everything in my power to stop this bill from turning into a law. Just in this passed week, I have been on my local news station, and have started a petition to stop this. This bill is a joke, and action needs to be taken.
Currently I have 302 signatures on my petition, and this number seems to be growing rapidly. I'm asking all of you classy girls to help me out. Be a voice in this change. You can view the petition here.

This is something I'm really passionate about. I can only hope you classy girls will help me. Remember that a classy girl never gives up, and that's exactly what I'm doing. I won't go down without a fight.

Keep it classy AND sassy ladies! Until next week!

Get classy with your period ladies!

Happy Friday Classy Girls!

First off, let me say congratulations to one of my favoritist classy girls who had the cutest little baby on October 25th, NaTasha West! I love you all! :D <3

Okay, now time for classy girls! Haha, so I'm about to talk about a very touchy subject. Only because we girls make it out to be! Your period. Okay ladies, here's the deal. It happens. There is no reason to hide it, think it's gross, or feel ashamed for being a girl. It's a "way of life".
Those U by Kotex commercials always slay me. Especially the newest one where the girl is like "oh, just taking my purse to the bathroom, you never know when you're going to need your debit card". How cute.
Okay, so since this is classy girls, time to tell you how to be "classy". Afraid to be seen with pads and tampons? DON'T BE!
Let me tell you, I will walk up to just anyone and ask them straight out if they have something. No "do you have lady products" or "aunt flow is here". Why? The answer is simple. No shame. Classy girls are shameless. Classy girls will hold their heads high as they walk into that bathroom holding whatever they use.
Tell someone you're feeling sick and they ask why? Simply say "lady problems". Haha, I totally tell people that my uterus is falling out, which probably isn't the classiest of sayings, but hey, no shame, remember?
Bottom line ladies, stop making this monthly 'hassle' a freaking hassle! You're going to go through it. There really isn't anything for you to do about it.
Keep your heads up, and your attitudes higher.
Remember ladies, a classy girl IS a sassy girl. ;)


For the record, my bestest and coolest ginger friend has a blog titled "Period Fairy" for all things girl. ;) Check her out because she is totally and completely rad! <3

jessie's blog is here: http://periodfairy.blogspot.com/2011/10/secret-hiding-spots.html


...Until next week. :D

Getting Stranded in Detroit, Drug Dealers, and losing sight of a classy girl attitude.

So it's friday. And let me tell you, I have had one hell of a week.

If you guys follow my twitter or my facebook, you know that yesterday I was supposed to go to the concert of a LIFETIME. I was super excited BEYOND BELIEF. So I'm driving to the concert with my friend Chelsea, when I notice that my engine is getting hot, QUICK. So I pulled over at the side of the road and popped my hood to see that my antifreeze was a little low. Being that we were only ten minutes away from the venue, I decided to get off an exit early and find a gas station to get some more antifreeze. Bad decision....
The neighborhood was awful. Like deep deep deep downtown. It was just not really a good place to be. In driving, I did not see a "no left turn" sign, (it was not displayed, I took pictures and everything. apparently it was 'common knowledge'.) And as I was turning around to pull into a gas station, I got hit. It wasn't a bad accident, just shook me and Chelsea up quite a bit. So I get my bearings, and pull into this gas station to take a look at my car.
Fast forward, I put antifreeze in it, and it just all pours out. So essentially I called my mother, who called my cousin, who both told me it was going to be impossible for us to go to the concert.
I was absolutely crushed. In a nutshell, we had to wait in the gas station for a couple hours for Chelsea's mom, and then another 2 for my mom and cousin who miraculously got a tow dolly last minute and were coming up to get my car and tow it home.
In the midst of all this, I was offered drugs, asked to sell my body, and got asked to 'hold a dollar for some food'. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not. Mom and NaTasha finally get there, get the car hooked up and I get home.
Fast forward to my NOT classy moment where I'm on the phone with someone, bawling my eyes out because I couldn't make it concert. My mother, bless her heart comes in to comfort me because she thinks that I'm upset about the accident, and still a little freaked out at the situation we were in, and I tell her that I'm all sorts of fine about that, I was just really upset about missing the concert.
Oh my reese's...what a spoiled brat, and how VERY unclassy of me. My mom and cousin didn't even have to do what they did, and I didn't even thank them. I didn't even put my selfish desires away to think about the situation I was in, and how absolutely tragic it COULD have been. The people that hit us could have been absolutely rude, the gas station I WAS going to pull into was so sketchy, and my car could still be in Detroit to this day.
My amazing mother and beautiful cousin are two of the most classy women I know. They always save my tail when anything is wrong no matter how bad the situation is. NaTasha's there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on. Mom is my sanity when I feel like everything is falling apart. These are two ladies that I absolutely adore with every fiber of my being, and I want to publicly thank them for dropping EVERYTHING going on in their life to (once again) save my butt.
Special thanks to Susan as well for staying with me for so long. You definitely didn't have to drive all the way that you did just to sit with me for a couple more hours. I really appreciate you too. Thanks for doing the classy mom thing and making sure I was safe. Chelsea is so lucky to have such a good mom like you. :D

Moral of the story? No matter what happens in life, always remember that you have people who love you. And even though stuff doesn't go your way, keep it classy and remember that things could be SO much worse. And hey, hug your mother. Thank her for putting up with your ups and downs. Because had the roles been reversed last night, I probably would have beat the snot out of my child for being so darn ungrateful and selfish.

I love you mom and NaTasha. Thank you for being such classy ladies for me to look up to. <3

Faux Pas: Say the first thing that comes to your mind! (Guest Blogger, Jessie Pratley)

Jessie Pratley is a fantastic friend of mine. She has a passion for writing like I do, and is even working on publishing a book! (really neat huh?) She's also a ginger which makes her even COOLER. ;) One of my favorite blogs that she writes is about the (never) gross and (always) sucky periods we classy girls have once a month. Check it out here: http://periodfairy.blogspot.com

Read on to see a classy take on the word "fake". :D Thanks for writing today Jessie. :D


You know that game where someone says a word and you have

to say the first thing that comes to your mind? I’m going to say

a word, and you have to say whether or not it is classy. Don’t

give it thought—just pick one.

Go! Pick one! Classy or not classy?

(Have you chosen?) Now I’m going to blow your mind.

It’s both. (Oh my gosh, did she really just say that? But

what about…?) It was a trick question. I tricked you. Come to

think of it, that might not have been a classy move, but I did

it anyway, and I don’t take it back. Nananabooboo.

You may ask how something fake can be both classy and not

classy. Really, it depends on what you thought of when I said "fake".

So here’s a small list of things that are fake and why I

think they are either classy or not.

Fake boobs: Not classy. Own what you’ve been blessed with,

ladies. (Reduction surgery for prevention of back problems is

understandable, though. Health is important and classy.)

Fake moustaches: Classy. Let yourself do something as

ridiculous as wearing a fake moustache for the sake of some

giggles. It’s super classy to have fun!

Fake nails: Classy. This also works for fake eyelashes,

hair color, etc. Body modification is classy if you use it for

self expression. It’s not classy, though, when you do it to fit in.

Fake IDs: Not classy. Juuuust wait until you’re old enough.

If you don’t wait, it won’t be as much fun when you’re of age.

Fake words: Not classy. Lying never is. Empty promises are

not ok. Say what you mean or don’t say anything.

Fake respect: Classy. You don’t have to like everyone, but

everyone deserves respect. Even if you have to fake it.

Fake fur: I think this one depends on the person. My winter

coat has fake fur. I think it’s pretty, and it keeps me warm. I

deem it classy, but I know some people disagree.

Fake personalities: Not classy. (Should be a no-brainer,

but I see it so often.) Be yourself. Not everyone is going to

like you, and not everyone should. If you’re not pissing off a

few people along your lifetime, you’re not living right.

Do you disagree? Great! Let us hear it in the comments.