For some reason (cat fight!), CNN published this post from The Frisky, written by a woman who is sick of pretty women’s shit. “When a normal-looking woman like me befriends someone who is model-pretty, there’s trouble,” Jessica Wakeman says. I think she should have kept this in her diary instead of declaring that her personal ish is a universal truth among – and limited to – women.
Then there was the advice columnist at allegedly feminist blog DoubleX. Last week Lucinda Rosenfeld declared that you should not expect friends to get out of bed to come to your aid after you’ve been roofied. Ouch. She also told the letter-writer that people often make up stories about being drugged in order to cover up irresponsible behavior. But that’s another blog post. She advises her readers that friendship doesn’t require helping when she needs it most. It’s about meaningless gestures that pose no inconvenience whatsoever.
I think it’s time to celebrate the glories of female friendship and the compassionate and loving things our female friends have done for us. Sadly, I don’t have any true-blue, intimate friendships with women in my area. I love my “best friends” deeply but unfortunately they are scattered around the country and I only see them a couple times a year. I dearly miss my best friend from my hometown (let’s call her “E”), whom I have not seen since March. She lives in New York City. We don’t talk on the phone as much as we used to but when we do get together it feels as though no time has passed at all. Those are the friendships I cherish – the ones that do not skip a beat despite long absences.
Anyway, about a year ago I made a trip to NYC to visit the harpies and E. E is a very beautiful woman, but I don’t let it bother me (wink!). She’s a kind, generous, adventurous person. She’s always on the go, and she had a few activities planned for our night together. We went to some Fancy Party for Leighton Meester, and then to E’s friend’s house party. I don’t usually drink much but I was determined to keep up with E, whose energy is boundless. So I drank, and I drank, and I drank, then I puked. I puked on her friend’s rooftop and puked in her friend’s hallway. E quickly got our stuff together and helped me out of the building and into a cab. I puked in the cab. She comforted me and begged the driver to slow down over bumps.
She guided me into her apartment, stripped me naked and helped me into her bathtub. She gently washed me whilst I sat there, slumped over and groaning. Then she dressed me, tucked me into bed and slept next to me all night. I was extremely embarrassed the next morning and begged for E’s forgiveness, but she would hear none of it. Once I felt well enough, she took me out to brunch. We laughed heartily about my shenanigans a few days later, and I thanked her profusely countless times. I’m grateful to have a friend like E, and she knows I would drop everything to tend to her as well.
Here’s to female friends!