Okay, we as part of the “lady” population are well aware of typical female antics.  Women can be brutal, rude and all around untrustworthy on a plethora of different levels.   And when you think you’ve brought your relationship to a level that one only sees in the movies, you might just soon realize that the “ship” portion of your friend-”ship” has “sunk”.

When women go out in a group of 2 or more, maybe to a restaurant or out for drinks, there’s always a point where just two of them are together, usually heading for the ladies room (as girls simply cannot go by themselves).  At this point in time, the female couple will in fact say something negative about at least one of those remaining at the origination point.  It could be something as superficial as the lipstick shade chosen for the occasion, maybe the shoes are a bit loud, or the hairstyle of one looks like something Johnny Depp would have worn in his latest movie collaboration with Tim Burton.  Anyways, there’s always at least one female that’s “singled” out for some fashion fopar or style mishap.  But one can all but guarantee that the conversation (or at least a comment) of the positive fashion was the topic for a bit earlier in the evening.

So why is it that women do these sorts of things?  Why do they say something nice to your face and then turn around and stab you in the back for it?  I think the culprit lies deep within us all…it’s the “little green monster” known as jealousy.

Growing up in the 1980’s, my mom always told me that kids were mean and said hurtful things because they were jealous, and being that they were young, they don’t really have the vocabulary to get their point across without something sounding vicious.  They make fun because they don’t understand.  They hurt when they don’t know what else to do.  I think this is true, for the most part, and continues as we grown up to become “women”. 

So what are our options when dealing with these “Frienemies?” We can confront them by calling them at their wit, causing a colossal scene in which we will find ourselves in again and again, just from a different perspective.  Or, we can blow it off.  I myself choose the latter, for a big blowout catfight isn’t my idea of “working things out”.  I save those types of battles for special occasions.  I’d much rather kill them with kindness and let the guilt get to them than give them a black eye and end up with a court record. 

Anyways, the way I see it, “Frienemies” can be traced back thousands of years. For example, just about every woman in history gained her notch on the social ladder by being one.  Let’s take the Old Testament of the Bible.  Eve was all-sweet when God was around, but as soon as The Almighty turned around to see how everything else He created was doing, Eve went and plucked an apple off of the forbidden tree.  Everybody talked about Mary Magdeline behind her back (or at least when the disciples were taking notes), but probably complimented her hair and robe to her face. And I’m sure that everybody really believed that Mary was a Virgin to her face, too, and probably ripped apart the fact that she gave birth to Christ in a manger.  I can hear them now: “Can you believe that she had that baby outside in a manger?  What was she thinking? Some people really let themselves go when they’re pregnant!”

In closing, if you think you’ve got a good group of friends, good for you and let it be known that such a group is rare, not in the realm of guys, but within the female populous. Men accept everything that their man-friends are, and don’t try to change them. Females are your friend until you wear an ugly pair of pumps out for the evening or have a bad hair day.