Ooo Jezebel

We (women) are our own worst enemy. I don't know if it's jealousy, envy, rivalry, frustrated desire for children or what. But damned if one woman just can't be happy for the success of another. It's like that old story about grandpa and the bucket of crabs... In general, I think that there is enough happiness/success out there for everyone. It's true that there is a finite supply of certain things, but what is the point of everyone being exactly alike.

Now in specific, there seems to be some confusion on how I fit in. I am not your daughter, sister, mother, girlfriend. I don't want to steal your daughter, sister, mother, girlfriend, boyfriend, job, car, house, shirt, underwear. When I want something I will acquire it on my own. When I want something from you, I will tell you. I do not need you to speak for me; you can barely speak for yourself. And it doesn't hurt my feeling when you act out your dysfunctional leanings (see above); it pisses me off.