-I think that the blogger (yeah, the butch one) has got a chip on her shoulder and is rather annoying. I disagree with most of what she says.

-That being said, there isn’t much in this world that I hate more than the USMA girlfriends’ website. It is a bunch of stuck up, melodramatic prisses that live vicariously through their BFs. It’s not only kind of creepy, it’s also sad and obnoxious as hell.

-You don’t need a support group to date a West Pointer. Give me a flipping break. It really ain’t that bad. The melodrama really drives me up the wall.

-To Samantha, the female Army officer: While I do know some snooty girls that date my peers, the wives (i.e. the women that most West Point guys settle down with for good), in my experience, are not of the snooty variety and tend to be very down to earth. My dad’s a grad, so ever since I was young I’ve known my dad’s classmates families.

-To Christine and that disgustingly melodramatic drivel a few posts up, just stop–please. If being with your West Pointer is such a heavy cross to bear, break it off. Otherwise, nobody wants to hear you wax poetic in such a nauseating fashion about the unbearable hell of dating one of us and the awesome sacrifices on your part.

Andrew

I’m sure I’ll be the girl gossiped about at the WP dances, wearing the SEARS dress and hanging out with the female cadets. Oh well. Instead of buying a $300 dress for every dance at West Point, maybe I’ll spend the money on airfare so I can see him more often. Like his birthday. Or our anniversary. Or when he just needs a break from being a plebe.

As far as the site goes…I joined, completely oblivious to many of the remarks thrown out above, when my fiance’s mother sent me the link. I thought the site had some helpful information and I figured I would join to see what some of these girls had to say. So I joined. In doing so I have gotten some really helpful information. My fiance would always wait until the week before to tell me when formals were. All I had to do was simply ask some of the other girls when they were so that I had time to get a plane ticket at a reasonable cost. I also inquired about the full details of events for certain weekends, how the weather is in NY during the events, etc.

That being said, I have NEVER once met another USMA GF at any West Point event. Never spent the weekend together, never gossipped at a table with them. I have found some of these snotty girls on the site that I do not necessarily care for, but its about the same ratio as you would find in any situation. There will always be the snotty ones, and there will the nice humble ones.

Moving on…as far as my intelligence level/career path goes…I have a BS in Biology and and working on my Master’s in Medical Science. Interpret that as you want.

Anyways, I don’t appreciate being lumped in with what is now being stereotyped as “USMA Girlfriends”…the kind with quotations, not just the kind dating cadets.

Regarding the cow loan you wrote about: I think that much money should be given out to them to spend as they so please. Why? because u can’t put a price on risking your life to protect your country and on leaving your family for months at a time. As cadets though…this money is typically used to help the cadets get on their feet after they are commissioned. Most of them invest the money accordingly. That’s all I have to say to you. You can express yourself freely as can I. Oh, another thing….I am mixed and have no white in me. I am protestant, and attended a public high school. We have too many members and can’t possibly display everyone’s pictures up…but we are all different and have different political views as well.

Now this is for Kar who does not think West Point is all that tough. Let me just make a quick reference to your t-shirt comment. We wanted something to represent our group…kinda like when NBA or NFL teams wear a team uniform. Yeah…like that. Not because we are “obsessed” with our boyfriends, but because we are proud to be a part of the few girls who support and wait for their cadets through their WP career.

Put yourself in a cadets’ shoes and tell me this isn’t all that tough: Everything u do is in this massive schedule that u have to follow or you can be punished if u decide not to, you want to go out on the weekend or anywhere else for that matter…u have to ask ur college, You have loads of HW every night (and of course its a larger and more difficult load than the HW you would otherwise get in a civilian college; because most of the kids up there were in the top of their class in high school so you have to compete for grades) and you only have till someone comes in your room and tells you lights need to be out. You have to worry about leading young men and women when u graduate and bringing them back home safe and sound. Point is..I can go on for ever on this, just some food for thought.

It seems like you assumed most of us had no aspirations in life and wanted to live off our husbands. Well just FYI the ladies on this group are the most goal-orientated group of young girls I’ve ever met. Most of them are in college pursuing a respectful career, and the ones who aren’t are graduating High School just now. Also, I don’t believe you need to go to college to be a respectable person (not that you said that or anything). Stay at home moms are incredible people who devote their lives to taking care of their children, husbands and homes. Not that you care…but I am a biology major and I’m minoring in medicine in hopes of going into the medical field. I will agree with you on the fact that I will have to follow my husband around, but I’ll always be proud to do that…because I’ll support his career and always stand by him.

You think you know me, but you haven’t the slightest clue.

I’m the blond standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eying
the newest “Support Our Troops” magnet while paging through the latest
issue of Modern Bride. The look on her face is complacent and her
thoughts are thousands of miles away at an academy with endless rules
and a rigorous schedule.

I’m the young girl in the next car with the windows rolled up and the
glassy visage only on the road ahead. You catch a glance at the Army
Strong sticker on the bumper of her car but think nothing of it.

I’m the young woman who will eventually plan an entire wedding on her
own, with only the little input she can get from her husband-to-be
over the phone.

I’m the girl who visits the USMA Girlfriends website at odd hours of
the night to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that
has settled in the pit of her stomach.

I’m the woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the
path the man she loves has chosen. I’m the woman who will willingly
sacrifice her family, her home to follow a man clear across the
country. I’m the woman who never asked for this but deals with it
without complaint.

I’m the young woman who swells with pride every time she sees her
soldier standing tall in his ACU’s. I’m the one who spots an Army
sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with its owner,
hoping that maybe she’s not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial
situation.

I’m the one who hates war but knows that it’s a necessary thing. I’m
the one who supports her President, regardless of her own opinion
because he is the boss of the love of her life.

I am the young woman who tries her hardest to go about her everyday
life, but often find that everyday life just isn’t the same unless he
is there.

I am the young woman who tries to concentrate during her classes and
do the job she gets paid to do. I am the young woman who hates
sleeping alone. I am the young woman who closes her eyes and pretends
that the man she loves is laying right there next to her, his arms
wrapped around her. I am the young woman who tries not to miss him,
who tries not to cry whenever she hears his name or even the mention
of soldiers. I am the woman who is terrified that the love of her life
will be sent off to war.

I am the young woman who knows the toughest job in the corps, who
knows too well the importance of a kiss, a hug, a smile. I know that
these things in life must be savored, because nothing is promised.

I am many things.

A daughter.

A sister.

A cousin.

A niece.

A co-worker.

A student.

A friend.

But most importantly, I am the girlfriend of a United States Soldier.

And to whoever posted saying, “try being an enlisted wife, or a female enlisted soldier,” well — that’s not what I want to do. I, personally, do not want to serve in the Army. But I support those who do, its a tough life, and a huge committment, to say the least. But my boyfriend tells me all the time how much having me in his life helps him, every single day. And that’s what is important here. The impact we have on them. And to that same person, your comment on infidelity was just silly. There is no need to spark suspicion in anyone. I, for one, am confident in him as well as myself, and never even think about it. Its called trust. And its also called LOVE. Its silly for any girl to worry constantly about her boyfriend — that makes for a highly unhealthy relationship.

That being said, its very late. Or, early, rather. And I apologize if my thoughts were scattered, but I just wanted to put it out there that I am a very loyal, loving, and FRIENDLY girlfriend who is driven, and who will be successful in life. Our plan is to live life averagely, and retire happily with enough saved up money to do so.

Just please don’t cluster us together and judge all of us as a whole. Just remember there are some out there who don’t fit your mold, and be kind enough to not include us.

P.S. I have noticed some girls who fit your assumptions completely, but that doesn’t justify your clumping!! =)

You are the most intolerant person ive ever heard of!

When a bunch of women write a website of common interest to themselves, you mock them for being “heteronormative,” just because, like 90% of us the happen to be heterosexual.

When a young person volunteers to spend nine years of his/her life studying and serving in the military, you mock them for being “insane” due to high doses of “patriotism” and “heteronormativity” (there it is again)

This is what psychologists call projection. You think that normal people are intolerant of you, when in fact, you are simply projecting your intolerance onto them.

Shame on you. You want that 30,000 dollars? I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is spend nine long, hard years studying, excercising, getting yelled at, getting shot at, and getting made fun of by me for being “patriotic” and “heteronormative” while I sit on my fat ass and run my mouth. You wouldnt be able to do it.

Well, after about a month of chatting online, he out of the blue asked if he could take me to dinner. I was a bit skeptical but I went out with him. He was the best company I’ve had in a long time despite the fact we’re polar opposites of each other. I’m a New Yorker born and bred, liberal, you know the rest. He’s from Virginia, a staunch republican, catholic. I’ve never been someone who let differences in opinion get in the way of a good friendship.

We went out on a few dates, then he had to go home for the summer, leaving me in New York completely miserable because I missed his company so much. I was so sad that I didn’t get more time with him before the summer started. He was in Virginia, then Ft. Benning for Airborne School then Korea.

I’ve never felt such intense, strong feelings for someone. You don’t have to have everything in common to form a connection.

Now, we’re not dating and he’s kind of leaving me in limbo as far as what he’s feeling. He’s so incredibly busy with plebe training, classes, and whatever the hell else he does down there.

I just felt like I needed to post something about this because I think that any young person that goes to West Point deserves the most utmost respect. They have chosen to forego all opportunities for partying like a “normal” college student and instead have essentially signed their lives away to their country. Although I’m disappointed in the situation I’m in, sad that I’m lonely because I can’t seem to get this guy off my mind I’m also willing to let him be because he made a commitment to the Army long before he met me and I can’t ask him to sign his life away to me too.