the number of times i’ve heard “i hate other women” from other women — a secret they’ve revealed to me, another woman — is shocking. in fact, i’ve never met more women-haters than women themselves.
you don’t “hate other women”, you’ve been taught that being a woman is not as “cool” as being a man. so all that “being friends with more guys than girls” won’t buy you happiness and it sure as hell won’t get you into their secret fraternity.
you don’t “hate other women”, you’re terrified they’ll hate you first. so perhaps if you got out your damn head for a hot minute, you’d realise that because women are taught to be competitive and hate each other they are — deep down and so much and more than anything — dying to connect with one another.
you don’t hate other women because they’re “fake nice”. no, that’s not fake: that’s “defensive nice” — being too nice is risky when experience has taught women that “women hate other women”. what’s the point in being nice first? have a gander: you ever notice how well newly-introduced women get along when they’ve shared a few drinks and they’re a little tipsy, their defences brought down down down? yeah, that.
you don’t hate other women, we’re taught to hate ourselves. and the only antidote to that is to like other women. so the next time another woman tells me “she hates other women” but not me.. “you’re not like other women, timea” i’m gonna tell her: b, i am other women.