I doubt I am alone when I say that girls were bitches when I was young. I know, I was a bitch too. We have to be bitches to make it in what used to be a man's world. We, as women, have made great strides in today's society. We still don't have a woman in the Masters Clubhouse. We still don't get to join the Mason's. There will always be an "Old Boys Club". I'm okay with that. I want men to do men things, so that I may do things without them as well.
In the same thought process, it is of my opinion that 50 Shades of Grey has become the secret porn hit that it is because we (speaking for women like me) are tired of being the Type A, Alpha Female. We want the fucking pedestal back. I like having my door opened. I like the mystery of NOT KNOWING what a man does in the bathroom. I like a man who'll take charge and be the decision-maker. I'm the chief all day, every day. Please let me be the Indian everywhere else. For just one moment of my life, don't ask my opinion. Don't ask me to handle it. Just do it like you would if I weren't around.
(Insert ADHD moment). I spent the weekend in Chicago at the Ride the Drive event. It was awesome. It's insanely expensive to live there. (Think $3800 rent downtown). The picture above is my girl in the Grand Ballroom of the Chicago Hilton. (The one on Michigan by Grant Park, not the other. Which is nice too, but not even the same category of great). It's been a pleasant few days. But here's what I've discovered:
1. Tony Schutt and I are not meant to spend time within reaching distance for more than a few hours. We are not nice people. Neither of us have the patience to suck it up and hold in our thoughts.
2. I like nice things. Like, REALLY nice things. I love valet. I mean, if the Kroger had valet, I'd use it. I know it's frivolous and wasteful. But I LOVE IT. I love the cart, the strange man packing my bags, asking if I need directions or a drink, a place to sit. I think courtesy is a dying art.
3. I think allowing a strange woman to turn down your bed and provide you a mint is ridiculous and you might as well let her tuck you in. If I'm a grown-ass woman and I've not found a way to get between the sheet and comforter yet, I have much greater issues than the needs of the help.
Back to the point of this snag. Here we go. Girls are bitches.
The more I try to take the high road, turn the cheek, be the "better" person, the more contact I have with these strange beings. (Please re-read the part where I say I'm a chief ALL THE DAMN TIME).
Maybe it is ingrained in us as teenagers that girls are the enemy. Maybe the struggles of competition when we are young is a hard habit to break.
I've said a million times (and I shall repeat), until you are comfortable enough in yourself and those people and belongings that you have, you can never make a true, true friend. For some of us, it takes a little longer to get there. Until you are confident enough in yourself and your worth, you will always look at other women as a threat to your relationship, position in life, et cetera.
A group of women of different ages (much like Lord of the Flies) will establish a leadership pyramid. Such is life. Such is acceptable and expected. The issue with this is that when you have too many chiefs and not enough Indians, things are not effective, efficient or enjoyable for the Indians. Rodney King would say, "Why can't we all just get along?".
The short answer: Because girls are bitches. We are mean to each other and clique up in the same old habits we've lived with since two vaginas fought over a cock in a cave in the beginning of time. If those two women had just learned to share, things could be so much different today. Give a girl a break. I think most women have a higher opinion of their product than the general population. You're the boss, he's your cock, few others want him or your lot in life. Be confident in who you are and what you have. For god's sake, lighten up, Frances.
Let me not be remiss in inserting here. I've thrown down. I've rolled in gravel. I've slit tires. I've sent those little magazine inserts to addresses from the library. I've put sugar in gas tanks. I've participated in vile, ugly things of which I'm not proud. I try EVERY DAY to be better. To put those habits and episodes behind me. I TRY to turn the other cheek and consider that it is my karma that I am responsible for. I TRY. With that said, I am not behind smacking a bitch down if I see you bully even a stranger to me. I know what it right and wrong. Should I see you bring another grown-ass woman to tears (or myself), do not be shocked when I pull a Drita from Mob Wives on you and roll like a booger.
Back to my endless amount of screens to clean. I feel better already. Happy HO-Liday.
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