Girls v. Women: Revenge of the Y Chromosome

April 6, 2006 by The Tattoed Debutante

two female friends I know it seems like I’ve been on a tear lately, but I suppose it’s because I have been. I would love to have become numb to the awful things that girls can do, but I am still shocked when girls do hateful, awful things to each other without a second thought. I have been swimming in a sea of sharks lately, constantly concerned about losing life or limb to the rows of teeth possessed by so many girls I know. I refer to them as girls because I would hope that real women would realise how insignificant and unimportant a man is in the scheme of things and that every time they hurt a girl for a boy, they are simply setting the female population up for abject failure. I have seen so much wrong lately, and so little right, that I’d like to point out some further behaviours that will keep you categorised as a “girl” and keep you from every being a “woman.”

Example number one. Let’s call her Amy. Now, Amy is one of those girls who will always value males over females. This is not, as it is for some of us, because she sees better, more honest friendships with men or because she is lacking for female companionship. Amy will always choose males over females because Amy is the kind of girl who defines herself by whether or not she has a man. She doesn’t even have to be dating someone, it’s simply enough to have a man to stand next to. She will traverse from man to man in a feeble and rather sad attempt to prove her worth. AND, God forbid you get in the way of her attention, you will suffer the consequences. See, Amy is the kind of girl who will name call, spread rumours, and even call your ex boyfriend to keep him abreast of your bar room behaviour. Amy is the kind of girl who will pretend to be your friend until a penis she wants enters the picture. When that happens, I suggest you either run or make sure you can take her in a fight.

Example number two. NYM wrote about PPMW (Poor Poor Me Whine), and how it plays out. After my last break up, my ex became an active user of the PPMW. “Everyone’s gonna hate me now. You shouldn’t have told so many people…” Well dude, you shouldn’t have done what you did. But to anyone who would listen, he spouted the sad dribble. Finally, he called one of my “best friends.” This is a girl who stood by me through the breakup, encouraged me to move on and forget him, and constantly reminded me how wrong he was. Well, you had better believe that the moment she got the PPMW phone call, she was up at the local bar meeting him for drinks. Not only did she meet him, but she proceeded to bad mouth me to him (all of which he relayed to me the next day.) Now, he was clearly just trying to hurt me and provide himself with some sort of vindication, but in the process I lost a friend. Now, you’re probably saying, “Why would you want a friend who would do that?” And you’d be right. I do not want someone in my life who is so quick to betray a “sister” just to be on good terms with someone who totes a penis. That is the kind of relationship may be too far gone to be salvaged, but it’s still a very sad thing to lose a girl I thought would stand by me when I got married. When you cross that line, against a friend and for a boy, you had better be comfortable standing alone.

Example number three, and I give this example as the difference between a girl and a woman, is one of the only reasons I am still in possession of my VERY small group of female friends. I got a message in my inbox from the woman in question, letting me know that my ex was at her apartment, that she was intoxicated, and that it was completely innocent. She wanted to ensure that, should I hear anything, I had gotten my information directly from the source at the moment it occurred. This is what you do. When you are a good girl friend, one who treats others the way she wants to be treated, this is how you behave. This is what makes you a woman. Now, I won’t lie and say that the situation wasn’t still upsetting to me, but that was simply out of jealousy and lingering feelings. I did not feel betrayed or wronged, my feelings were simply sad. And I’ll take sadness over betrayal any day.

It’s a sad day when my heart has been broken time and time again, by a girl. No man will ever hurt or disappoint me the way girls have. When did the line between friends and enemies become a Y chromosome?
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