Mean Girls

Let me paint you a picture.

Yesterday on the train, on my way back from a short visit to Faneuil Hall, I overheard two girls talking about their mutual friend.  They were meticulous in attacking her physical features and the status of her love life, as well as her inability to dress stylishly.  Then, they started gabbing about how they will look better than she does at her own party this weekend.

I wanted to close my book, stand up and cross the car to ask, 'Really? Really??'.  I don't know of anyone who actually does this, so I refrained.  But I would have liked to wake these biddies up if I could have.  Hearing girls talk like that about other girls really chaps my ass.  We're supposed to be sisters.  Was my Grandmother lying to me?  I didn't think so, but the state of our sisterhood is in serious shambles.

 

Gossip.  We've all been a part of it in some way, and drama inevitably seems to find it's way into our lives.  It is how you react to less than lovely conversation that can keep things harmonious in your own life, and in the lives of your pals.  Watch your mouth, my dears... You never know who's listening.  And if you have to check your phone to make sure it's off before you start talking- take that as job one in getting your ish better handled.

We can absolutely change female interaction for the better.  We just need to loosen whatever's too tight and keep our ears out for our own insecurities.  If we aren't careful, they will kill our strong and beautiful species.  Until then, when you overhear other women talking about each other in a shitty way, remember how much it can hurt, and make sure you aren't making a habit of doing the same [I'm not forgetting about you either, fellas].  Because being a good friend and genuine person is easy.

 

Duh.