One thing I have always envied men is their ability to say what they mean. For the most part, men don’t beat around the bush. If they are happy, you know it. If they are angry they let you know. Men will hit each other for no good reason, but then its over. I don’t condone the complete moronic notion of getting in fights over silly things like “Yo man. Did you just look at me?” But I do appreciate the up frontness of the emotion. Of course, I am a woman and we have a thing or two to learn about being up front. Women will befriend you and confide in you while at the same time start having an affair with your man. That’s just cold.
Anyone who has seen the LiLo masterpiece “Mean Girls” has a little idea of what girls are capable of. Sure that movie is about high school age girls, but don’t dilute yourself into thinking that it gets better with age. Some women just never grow out of being mean to other women. And that my friends, pisses me off. It is an insidious thing for women to be cruel to one another over anything, but especially over things like looks or men. I was unfortunate enough to watch an episode of “Real Housewives of…” (I don’t know where they were – they were on some sort of vacation) on the plane back from America. I was shocked at the amount of catty, backstabbing, ugliness that these women showed to one another. There was nothing but malice and disrespect.
I have tried very hard to cleanse my life of both men and women who cause me any form of emotional harm. I have a small circle of close friends in America, and a small circle of close friends here in Prague. I don’t mind telling you that most of these people are men. And, I don’t think that it is an accident. My male friends take me a face value and don’t let me get away with bullshit. I have said this before and I mean it – If I choose to spend time with you, that means something. I actually like you. I don’t spend time with people I do not care for. It wastes my time.
Which brings me to the point of this little rant. I have recently (and through no fault of my own) come into contact with a few “Mean Girls”. They had some friends that travelled in the same circles as I do and well, paths crossed. I won’t go into detail, but they have done everything that a girl shouldn’t. There have been boundaries crossed, disrespect, catty chit chat and just plain old two faced bitchiness. I haven’t had to deal with this sort of bullshit in years, so I was kind of taken aback. It’s funny, but my first instinct was to punch them in the face. I didn’t, but I bet most of this would be over by now if I had. But, what I did was try to be the bigger person and just let it go. Which, also obviously I haven’t. I would like a world free of them, but I keep running into them and its pissing me off.
Girls like that exist in a special little world where their actions have no consequences. It’s sad really. I don’t get how they have friends, or boyfriends… or parents. It’s sad that I had to put up with it, and its sadder still that I let it get to me. But, I am doing the only thing I know how. I guess it comes down to simple fact that boys will be boys and girls are manipulators. It sucks (and of course there are exceptions) but its the way it is. I am just trying to steer clear of them and their bullshit and be a good person.
Which is hard to do when you just really want to punch someone in the face.