Salmon in a Black Bean Sauce
This week’s observation:
How is it that the mean girls from junior high never really grew up? They just got better at it. Now they hide behind cute glasses, rosé, and inspirational quotes about women supporting women.
Sorry, Becky, but posting “women should lift each other up” does not erase that hour-long conversation that started with, “I don’t want to judge, but…”
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not innocent. I can talk shit with the best of them. But what I don’t do is keep frenemies or perform that strange little dance of pretending to like someone I cannot stand.
I can be accused of a lot, but fake-friendly is not one of them. My face will absolutely tell on me. It is not my most admirable trait, but at least it is honest.
So come on, ladies. Put down those quote-posting fingers and just say it with your chest:
“I don’t like half of you. Let’s meet in the middle. I won’t talk to you, and you don’t talk to me.”


