Sunday, 12 May 2013


ME (centre, in case you can't tell the two white girls apart) AND MY GIRLS

I'm sure you all know by now that I am virulently opposed to sharing personal information on this blog unless it is the personal information of other people, but today I am making an exception. (Yes, another one. Thank you for keeping score, Mr. Anal Retentive. You will be handsomely rewarded with a poke in the eye in the next life.) 

So I had a little tiff with a boy creature over the weekend. And what I did was, in the heat of the moment I blabbed to him that one of my dearest friends had said she agreed with me that he is inferior to me in every regard and that I should never let him think otherwise. Which, by the way, is what women do. We blindly support each other. If one of our female friends is having problems with one of her male friends, we are on HER side. No questions asked, no information required. 
My mistake was to let him know this.
His mistake was to let HER know that I let him know this. Yeah, that's right. He told her, via text, what I said she said about him.
And then she got upset with me.

So naturally I went at him like a rabid dog, asking him how he could do such a thing and just barking and barking and barking until the poor bastard convinced himself that he was the one who was wrong here.
And then I had to call her and apologize for breaking the code and telling a stupid boy what one of our sisters had said about him in confidence.
I tell you, I was dreading that call. Because she means more to me than any man ever will, and I don't mean that in a lesbianic way, but rather in a "friends like this are hard to come by" kind of way.

I am not exaggerating when I say my hands were trembling when I dialled her number. (And I am not a trembler. I've told men twice my size to go hang themselves, I've told bosses they were f*cking idiots, I've helped cats deliver kittens, I've gone toe-to-toe with a mugger ... although that was stupid and I wouldn't advise it, my only point being that I didn't tremble.) 
But here is the beautiful thing. When I started to explain to my sister, she said this: "Hey. Let me stop you right there, girlfriend. Don't worry about it. I get it. You do what you have to do with these guys. How about I come over during the week and we talk about it over dinner?"

I am dead frickin serious. This girl is the reason women say cheesy things like "GIRLS RULE!" Ladies (and men), if you have a friend like this in your life, get down on your knees and thank Jesus Christ Our Lord. It may or may not having anything to do with him but it's a nice gesture. Not as nice as dinner, mind you, but a nice gesture just the same. 
Girl power. Never forget it.