At the risk of betraying my own kind-I’m going to let you in on a little secret-it’s a well known fact that most women bond by together launching whispering campaigns against other women. It’s about finding that common enemy and assassinating her character over an unreasonably priced latte or some excessively-sweet cocktails.
If you’re shaking your head in disdain right now thinking- oh that’s not me- don’t kid yourself. You and I both know we’ve been there. There is nothing us girls like to do more than have a good therapeutic gossip session.
It’s all about alliances, women herd together to underhandedly pick on others and when they do, this sets off some sort of union between the them, the more one women shares, the more she displays loyalty and allegiance towards the cause, indirectly demonstrating how far she is willing to go, prompting other women to share more shrewd and potentially hurtful information about their shared foes.
The worst part of it all, is some sort of primal instinct that causes us to be super-sweet when running into the unsuspecting victims. The pitch of our voices suddenly become higher and our smiles widen, innately showing off our fangs, in fact we’ve never seemed more friendly or excited. In Lebanon, some women go to extremes by going as far as befriending the women they love to hate. In return, a women can sense an undercover hater right off the bat. It is an unexplanatory feeling that overcomes us, a sixth sense that gets our defenses up and ready for attack. Yet we are lured by the fakeness of it all. And this friends is how frenemies are formed.
You’ll be surprised to see the least likely of friendships formed over gossip, over women’s inability to handle confrontation, over the ignition of our internal insecurity alarms that will only be silenced with gossip. Pure, hard cold gossip.