Women

Women are complex creatures, it has been said before. Though I belong to the club I will forever be perplexed by the way we do things. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a woman; I was trying to wear nylons and lipstick before I could spell, but what I didn’t know was that womanhood is a race and sometimes we race for each other while other times we push one another down… it just depends on what time of the month it is. I have never understood that about us.

To be honest, I almost passed up my best friend because I was threatened by her. She did everything I did, but better and I just couldn’t have that. Well, it wasn’t worth the fight, she’s too wonderful and I gave in. I have thought about that a few times… what if I would of resisted being her friend out of pride and missed out on our kindred friendship, what a shame that would have been.

As a woman I feel that I understand women, but there is one thing I will never understand and maybe I don’t want to. Women as a sex are amazing. The women that I know, and I know a lot, are women to admire, some have even become my goal. By goal I mean that I have been lucky enough to know women who make me want to be better, women I look at and say “I hope I can be like her someday”. I have always been rooting for the girls. In me there is a tiny feminist and a big cheerleader for the women’s team. Because aren’t we a team…. I mean really aren’t we?

So the thing that I will never understand is why we just can’t be friends? I’m not talking bosom buddies, kindred spirits, or B.F.F’s to the end; I’m just talking about being happy for one another. Is it too much to ask that another woman’s accomplishment not be our failure? Can we just say “good for you, one more point for the girls team”?