Women

I could write about my sex till the cows come home, and I mean that brand of cow one can truly do without.

It’s no wonder most of my pals are male.

Yes we have Camille, Joanne and Evelyn, but that’s all in the female division. I find the older I get the less tolerance I have for the pettiness and petulance of of my feminine peers.

And I’m being polite.

My friend Jed and I have parted ways I’m sad to say because of the behavior of his long time girlfriend. Really broke my heart, however, I’m glad I never have to even as much as look at her again. He never knew how awful she was to me because in his presence she was a different gal.

I realize in this last lap of my life the last thing I want are people who despise me just for sport. Love is what I’m after as well as respect, and I’ll tell you this, you really know who your friends are when you fall unexpectedly on your ass. Sad, because the ones you thought would never leave made skid marks.

Okay, you get up and move on, but back to women.

My mother was my first role model who should have abdicated the position since she stunk at it. Her vanity and lack of natural maternal leanings pushed the little girl right out of the way.

Luckily I had an aunt who treated me lovingly, but you kind of look for that from your mom.

But I had men: my dad, when he was sober, was wonderful to me. My granddad, the person I loved more than anyone, showed me affection and how to love others along with myself from the time I could walk.

I did have other women who were beacons throughout my life like Wilhelmina when I was 18 who smoothed many of my rough edges. There was also Valerie Askew one could call the Italian Wilhelmina who took me under her wing in Rome and Milan.

But for the most part women have betrayed me in one way or another. I don’t think I ever had a boyfriend who was faithful many of them shopping a little too close to home.

I was 17 when I walked in on my first boyfriend and best friend fucking like bunnies. It was so long ago yet when I think about it my stomach still turns.

Camille and Joanne have always been good to me, but there was a time even they could have gone either way. When you’re younger the stakes are higher and friendship quite frequently falls through the cracks since you’ve yet to learn how important it is.

I try to be noble towards everyone in my life, but I’m happy to say, have become more selective and smarter at who I choose to allow within its borders.

Only took 59 years.

I’ve been through a lot lately, and those still standing by when the dust settled know who they are…

and those who jumped ship know who they are too.

SB

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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17 Responses to Women

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    A few treasured friends make life so much better. I guess a great friend is worth the time spent sorting the wheat from all the shaft. But a lot (not all) of the semi-friends are the silver among the gold. (Hey, Susannah, how do you like all these ancient platitudes?) And as you know, sometimes the silver turns into gold. And as you also know, sometimes you need to set the fool’s gold aside.

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    • I like-em Skinny. Plats are good…they tend to stay with you. I know the Bible reading about the wheat…how we nee the good as well as the bad. I think once you hit 50 one could argue that point. Life is too short…like they recommend in 12 Step…go where it’s warm.

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  2. katecrimmins says:

    So so true! I have a hard time figuring out why women are so hard on other women. Especially when you are older and the competition thing is done. My male friends (and I always had a few platonic ones) are the best at least until they hook up with someone who you unknowingly threaten. A few good friends that you can laugh with is good but so hard to find.

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  3. D. D. Syrdal says:

    As much as men have disappointed us (all the unfaithful boyfriends like you I find women harder to deal with. I work in an office that’s all women now which is a first for me. All the cattiness and diva behavior is about to put me over the edge.

    Your experience with Jed’s main squeeze reminded me of (again) an ep of Sex and the City when Samantha was dating a guy who had an Asian housekeeper. She was totally meek and sweet when the guy was around and basically assaulted Samantha when he left. Of course he took the housekeeper’s side against Samantha so that was that.

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  4. The competition and cruelty women exhibit toward one another is revolting. Fairer sex my ass!

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  5. Vasca Beall says:

    Having a ‘true’ friend is…well, it’s good…whether it’s one or ? Those true friends are few and far between; worth much.

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  6. so very true… have had too many I thought were forever friends maim and leave so much baggage on my doorstep. Loved this post, thanks. DAF

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  7. anon says:

    You still seem very bitter about the “friends” who abandoned you. It’s not my place to tell you what to think, but I feel you’re missing the positives. When you needed them, they showed their true colours. Now you know they’re not real friends. It’s better to know, isn’t it? Now you can focus your love on those who deserve it.

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    • You’re right of course, it’s just sad. Saw one of them recently. He was so detached when he saw me…like I wasn’t even there. We were such good friends. Bitter and sad make a melancholy cocktail to be sure.

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