But man.
As a general rule, I keep girls as close friends. I suppose it's not so much a rule as it is a fact of life for me. Sure, my boyfriend is my best friend. But that's different. Way, way different. Friendship-wise, I've never felt like I can get close with a guy the way I can with a girl. I chalk it up to the fact that I have two sisters, and I'm plunk in the middle of both of them. Had I been the oldest or youngest, maybe I would have seen some options for myself. But being in the middle, it was girl/girl, one way or the other.
Today, though, I had an outer-gender experience. I'm not sure if I became masculine, but I certainly became unfeminine. All of this happened at a university bookstore, where young college co-eds were swarming around me, bitching about the cost of text books and long lines to boot. But the ratio of guys:girls was staggering. And then I realized that there were an awful lot of girls buzzing around me. An awful lot of girls in pairs.
As a girl's girl, I've traveled in girl pairs. We're completely oblivious to the world that's looking in, but talk precisely loud enough to make sure it looks at us. When we're angry at one another, we try to make the other one look dumb on purpose. It is contrived and malicious. It is the passive-aggressive girlfight.
Girlfriends have girlfights and they are awful. But they are even worse to witness (I was the innocent bystander to three girlfights; two of which sought to get my attention with rolling eyes and loud, long sighs. I had nothing of it!). I was embarrassed of my species today. Big time! I knew instinctively that all of these girls in pairs were also roommates, because they thought it would be like totally fun when they were like, totally freshman living in the dorms, sharing tank tops and ex-boyfriends, to like, get an apartment together and share chores and decorating schemes and alternate Kelly Clarkson cds.
I am pretty sure I've morphed back into my girl's girl self, but I just can't get Attack of the Girl Pairs out of my head. Am I like that? Please, please...I hope not! At least, when I talked to my older sister this afternoon and told her, like, absolutely everything about my day, thankfully she didn't make any noise when she rolled her eyes at my every banal word.
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This has always amazed and fascinated me, but I have actually witnessed a "Girl pair" discussing how lame girl pairs were, totally oblivious to the fact they were one.
Or maybe it was their way of trying to break away from being one, but they weren't doing a good job.
Trust me, their conversation was completely conspicuous; therefore, they were suckers.
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