We were sixteen. We were skinny. And despite our badly dyed platinum hair, all the older guys wanted us. I was wearing a bikini top and a short denim skirt; Abz was arm in arm with someone else’s boyfriend. We waltzed into the party like we owned it, and the death stare daggers shot from every direction from every girl in sight.
Okay, granted, it was sort of a formal affair and we stuck out like a sore thumb; a sore thumb that all their boyfriend’s wanted to bone! Nonetheless, we were just young and stupid. Couldn’t they just laugh at us rather than cross their arms, stomp their feet, and put on their “who the hell are you, bitch?” faces?
That little story serves to introduce today’s topic: the dichotomy of the female relationship. (Sorry to have teased with the title… but it is what we girls do best.) It is chicks before dicks unless the chick isn’t part of the clique in which case she is apparently the enemy.
I’ve been screwed over by a few guys, but to be honest: I’ve shed more tears over the atrocities that females have put me through. There are only a handful of females that haven’t royally stabbed me in the back. At least when guys hurt you it’s usually in the heart. Seriously, you’d be flabbergasted at some of the psychotic girls that have been in my life. Sudden ostracism, hacked e-mail accounts, death threats… you name it and I’ve gone through it! I’m not saying I’m innocent of being a bitch, but I’ve put in an effort not to do to girls what others have done to me (including giving innocent newcomers evil dagger stares.)
Put me in a room full of guys and I will have no problem socializing and making friends. Put me in a room full of girls and I become incredibly shy and nervous. It takes so much more effort, self-confidence, and strategy (for me) to socialize with female strangers. Just thinking about it as I write this makes me feel uncomfortable.
Girls. Please. Can’t we all just get along? It’s hard enough trying to contend with all the assholes in the world I don’t have time to fight with you too! Maybe if we all teamed up we could unlock the secrets of the male species, grab them by the balls, and take over the world……………… yeah, never going to happen.
Girls will be girls… I suppose.
All that being said, when you find those few amazing women who you click with they can really become an important part of your life. My sanity and support come from my girlfriends… shout outs to you all!
