Nevergirl’s

I’m quite zen about pettiness and meanness. Sure, these two things bother me but you won’t ever know that from looking at me. You’d think I’m unruffled, unperturbed, undisturbed. So you see, if you ever show me pettiness and meanness, do not expect to get a reaction out of me anytime soon because

1. There’s no point in being mean to the mean. I believe in keeping it classy, no matter how badly I’m baited;

2. When our mom died, I had to be mom to three kids who think they must be made of adamantium. Raising them has made me immune to most types of drama.

3. I’m extremely busy. I have to be because I’ve two college students to send money to;

4. I went to an all-girls school for most of my life.

No. 4 is very, very important because as Kiss pointed out in a tweet—and I’m going to quote her in full because I don’t think there’s anyway I can phrase it better myself: “I’m from an exclusive girls’ school. I ate girl fights for breakfast, mind games for lunch, and drama for dinner. Girls from girls’ schools can spot drama, bitterness, and condescension from a mile away. That’s our advantage so we know how to walk away from all those unscathed.”

Don’t get me wrong. No one made life hell for me in school. In fact, I learned so many lessons about kindness and goodness while at school. I had the happiest grade school and high school experiences ever. I was very rarely the recipient of meanness because I was the biggest geek of ‘em all; I was student council president in 6th grade and 4th year high and editor-in-chief of the student paper since, well, forever. Hahaha! I had friends and teachers ready to break jaws for me—but that doesn’t mean I was blind to what was going on.

There are many good girls in all-girl schools but with the good comes the really rotten, the truly rotting. No one fights like girls. No one does mind games like girls. It’s sad I had to learn these two lessons early in life but it’s also a good thing because as an adult, I’ve no trouble walking out of and walking away from the mean, the bitter, the overly dramatic, and the condescending.

Sometimes, the lessons that broke your heart to learn end up being the most useful of all (and no, we’re not talking about rv insurance quote here).

If you think it’s cute to be catty, sweetie please stop. It’s very, very high school. Here, have some chicken. It’s crisp and delicious, and it’s fried just the way I like it. Don’t believe that macho crap about women having to do all the cooking. I’m not sure why you’re so unhappy but I hope it’s not because no one makes you fried chicken. Fried chicken cures a lot of ills. Sometimes, I even think it’s the blueprint to happiness.

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