Girls,at our best and most harmonious, are a force to be reckoned with. We are adorable, loving, and loyal creatures who really just want to have a good time. We want nothing more than our girls, a sweet significant other, and a few other little things like sex and shopping.
But let me let you in on a little secret, boys. We’re not emotional, crazy, conniving bitches. Well, okay, we are. We definitely are. We talk shit. We hurt feelings. We backstab. We lie. We say we’re right ’til the death, knowing all the while we’re wrong. We twist words, we destroy friendships, we say things to purposely cut like a knife. We gossip, we’re two-faced, we’ll be your best friend when you’re around and your worst enemy as soon as you turn away. Yes. All of that is true. But do you want to know why, really? Keep reading. Some may deny what I’m going to say, but they’re bullshitting you. Some will tell you they don’t like drama, no matter how much they start it; That it’s not on their hands no matter how bloody those hands are; That they are innocent bystanders that everyone is just jealous of (puppy dog eyes) and they just don’t get it. Call their bluff. The ones who deny are usually the most guilty. Yes, some are better at handling the emotions more than others. Some talk to Jesus or Buddha or throw ironing boards at their husband (guilty) to contain what they’re feeling. But I promise you, they do feel it. We all feel it.
Do you want to know what it is that we’re feeling? Hormones,yes. That time of the month, maybe. Anger,rage, bitterness,–yes,yes, yes. All distinct girl qualities. But do you want to know what’s under all of that, deep down to that part of us we’d kill you before showing? Hurt. Sadness. Inadequacy.Insecurities. Women, through all of our crazy-bitch-drama- fire-breathing-dragon ways, we are extremely fragile beings. We are little girls in need of our daddies, we are men fighting with subtle words instead of fists. Beneath all of the evil, there is a humongous heart that begs not to be broken ; a tender spirit that wants more than anything to be protected. And when that heart is broken and that soul is crushed? We don’t admit our shortcomings or show the tears we’re crying. We don’t let anyone see our sadness or the way that he/she hurt us. We just can’t. It’s against the rules. It will show the bitch with the hidden heart sitting next to us that we are just as weak as the weaknesses she pretends not to have.
So the girl next to us hurts us because we hurt her first,because your friend hurt her first, because her past hurt her first, because the world hurt her first. We dish back what has been given to us because that’s what we know to do and it becomes a never-ending vicious cycle. We hope for the best until it turns into the worst and then all hell breaks loose. All we really want is to be held or told it’s going to be alright but instead we spit things out of our mouths that we really don’t mean, bite somebody’s head off and then laugh about it.
Being a girl myself, I know it’s too much too ask to ever hope for girl’s to stop eating each-other alive over a game that can’t be won. Over the past couple months I’ve been watching helplessly as a feast goes on amongst a group of my best girlfriends, and I’m going to be honest and say that is the inspiration for this here blog. At the very least I think we should be able to stop ourselves before letting out “That stupid bitch.” and remember that we too are bitches. Who deep down just want to be held and loved while watching a Sex and the City marathon.