An “Unfiltered” Look at Why I Don’t Have Female Friends
Bitches Really Do Be Crazy!
I’ve never had many female friends. I mean, I have a small handful that I went to school with, but other than that, not really. The truth is, I get along with guys much better.
I’ve often wondered why that is. I wondered what was wrong with me. Why couldn’t I be like all the other women I see out there, hanging out in groups, giggling, hugging, and having fun? Why did it all make me so uncomfortable? Why does it still?
Part of it, obviously is me. My personality just isn’t suited to socializing. But there’s more than that. It’s women themselves (and calm down, I know it’s not all women).
For all the strides we’ve made and for all the strides we have yet to make, women have yet to come together. Sure, we can band together in large groups behind a cause — fight the patriarchy, the right to control our own bodies, stuff like that. We’re great with that.
We suck at the other, more personal stuff. When it comes down to anything that might even look like the hint of a comparison between ourselves and another woman, solidarity turns into snark.
The magnitude of our propensity toward tearing each other down isn’t new to me, but it did sort of smack me in the face this morning. I made…
