i have a lot of guy friends and one thing that i absolutely HATE hearing is, “how come girls always talk shit about each other?” and i hate to admit it, but its true. get a group of girls together and 9 times out of 10, they talkin shit about SOMEONE.. wether it be the ugly bitch in line at the club, the fat girl tryna get a drink outta one of the boys, or the fake beezy who was talkin mess behind ur back.
upon further contemplation, i’m sitting here wondering.. do girls really just hate each other? cuz it seems as if any girl that u dont just love, u seem to hate. and it doesnt matter how nice she is or how pretty she is or how bad ass she is…. her nose, her outfit, her boyfriend, her lipstick, her smile, her hair, her friends or her shoes..whatever it is… we’ll find SOMETHING to hate on.
am i right or am i right?
im tryin to figure it out. are we just secretly jealous of each other? do we need some sort of self-validation to keep our swag serious? i think it’s a little bit of both. i think engrained in our female DNA is a need to feel…. worthy. and while we may not be attention whores like *ahem* some people we know, we do like attention. we like compliments. we like being validated as a woman.
so when we feel as if some other chick encroaches on that, i think we immediately want to find something wrong with her, so as not to negate from our own self-image. thats why when we see that beautiful woman walkin out the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to her stilettos, we say nothing cuz it makes us that much more appealing than she is. thats why instead of helping the girl who got her shoe stuck in the grate, we point and laugh and proceed to ponder her reasoning on wearing open toe heels on a rainy night. thats why we look at every female from head to toe upon introduction so as to find something we don’t approve of and feel better about our own choice of outfit. thats why we dont attempt conversation with her until the third time we’ve met.
it sucks. but its the damn truth. i think the next time one of my guy friends asks me why females talk so much shit, i’m gonna ask him why they can never put the toilet seat down or why dirty socks always seem to end up next to the hamper and never inside the hamper… so cheers bitches! i’m sure ur haterade tastes just as good as mine. =)