This might come off as kind of rambling, but here goes.
I believe in the sisterhood of women.
I believe in the raising of each other up, telling each other when the tag of your shirt is hanging out, when there is something stuck in your teeth, your cutlet is sticking out of your cleavage, handing a stranger toilet paper under a stall, handing out hard truths to a friend, handing out tampons to randoms in bathrooms, warning each other about the creep at work, checking out that weird spot in a private area, accompanying each other to scary doctor appointments, laughing when your besties underwear snaps in an awkward location, loaning one other your absolute best outfit, comforting crying women in the club bar when some asshole treats her poorly (lot of stuff happens in the bathroom - it’s why we go in packs), watching each other’s drinks and purses and pets and apartments, keeping each other’s secrets.
My god, the list goes on.
Recently, one of the ladies here shared something so wonderful here that it literally made me cry. I was thrilled for her. I worried for her. I had all kinds of feelings for her. We ladies love her with a ferocity that if anyone tried to hurt her, there’d be no limit on what we’d do for her. We have a sisterhood here.
Also recently, some woman posted that she was “different” than the rest of us. Really? I always wonder about such women. Women who buck the sisterhood. Maybe they just haven’t met the right women yet.
We have women here who have had few women friends, but yet are close with us. Why? Maybe we were the right women. We are all different, but have found such a kinship with each other.
Tl;dr. Why the hell do some women feel the need to hate on other women, when our relationships can really provide so much? Do you think men have the same thing?
I believe in the sisterhood of women.
I believe in the raising of each other up, telling each other when the tag of your shirt is hanging out, when there is something stuck in your teeth, your cutlet is sticking out of your cleavage, handing a stranger toilet paper under a stall, handing out hard truths to a friend, handing out tampons to randoms in bathrooms, warning each other about the creep at work, checking out that weird spot in a private area, accompanying each other to scary doctor appointments, laughing when your besties underwear snaps in an awkward location, loaning one other your absolute best outfit, comforting crying women in the club bar when some asshole treats her poorly (lot of stuff happens in the bathroom - it’s why we go in packs), watching each other’s drinks and purses and pets and apartments, keeping each other’s secrets.
My god, the list goes on.
Recently, one of the ladies here shared something so wonderful here that it literally made me cry. I was thrilled for her. I worried for her. I had all kinds of feelings for her. We ladies love her with a ferocity that if anyone tried to hurt her, there’d be no limit on what we’d do for her. We have a sisterhood here.
Also recently, some woman posted that she was “different” than the rest of us. Really? I always wonder about such women. Women who buck the sisterhood. Maybe they just haven’t met the right women yet.
We have women here who have had few women friends, but yet are close with us. Why? Maybe we were the right women. We are all different, but have found such a kinship with each other.
Tl;dr. Why the hell do some women feel the need to hate on other women, when our relationships can really provide so much? Do you think men have the same thing?