My arch-nemesis in high school was a girl named Brandi. She wrote on the bathroom wall that I was a fucking awful cheerleader. THE SHAME.
Now, we could debate the merits of giving your child a name that is most commonly associated with strippers, but the point here is that I was devastated.
One of my friends came to my defense on the same bathroom wall (something about Brandi not having been to cheerleading camp and not knowing what she was talking about- burn) and before I knew it, the entire stall wall was covered with a serious debate about my cheerleading skills. Later that year, somebody spray painted "Nancy is a slut" on the side of the school and the topic of debate shifted away from me.
However, both events left me absolutely reeling with the things that girls do to each other. My kind didn't impress me much more through university where I met too many girls openly proud to be getting their Mrs., and then during my pregnancy when a friend said that now I had an excuse not to get a job after law school. Ah, don't you think that if I was going to get pregnant as an excuse not to work I would have saved myself the six figure tuition and the 1L year without tv and just gone ahead and gotten pregnant.
Anyway, I was sceptical of my kind. Until recently. I have found that one of the absolutely glorious things about getting older is that we women are here for each other. We understand who we are and what we want, and we don't judge others for what they are and what they want. My stay-at-home friends offer to pick up my son if I am running late from work, and I offer to take their kids so they can get away for a long weekend.
More and more often I am meeting women who are entirely comfortable in their own skin. They have peace and confidence and self-awareness, and to be in their presence is truly inspiring. There is no force or beauty quite like it. You cannot find this type of girl in high school or university or even in her 20s. You can only find this woman many, many years later.
(P.S. I would like to state for the record that Brandi was a skanky ho.)
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Ew. Who stuck a spirit stick up Brandi's ass?
ReplyDeleteActually, now that I think about it, the one fight I got in while I was in middle school was with a girl named Brandi. Bitch yanked on my ponytail in the cafeteria so hard that I bent way over backwards. I might have slapped her before the lunch ladies broke it up.
But agreed. Awesome sisterhood women are the best.
I've noticed the same thing... Brandi is a name reserved for bitches and strippers alike. Though I still at tomes meet women who are in denial about getting older and revert back to their middle school nastiness.
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Shea was a nasty ho too! And she looks like shit now :O) I love looking at her facebook page teehee!
ReplyDeleteYes great women come to us when we are older and can appreciate them. But like some bitch proved to me the other day, at any age there will be nasty women!
Damn that Brandi!!! However I have a Brandi that is the sweetest person in the world!!! She saved me from a bitch named Amy this year!!! Love that Brandi! LOL!!!
ReplyDeleteBut you are so right. When we get older we become less competitive and understand that we need each other. It's not all about making the other look bad. Well except for a few people which I think I've had contact with lately.
I think jealousy runs through some women so deep that they will always be nasty bitches no matter what their name is. LOL!!!
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