I knew what it was as soon as I opened my mailbox. I picked up the large envelope addressed in lovely calligraphy to Ms. Ami Angelowicz. I held it in my hand, for a moment. It felt heavy. I tossed it on my kitchen table. I’ll open it later, I thought. I’m not quite ready to deal with this. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Lucky in Love But Not In Money” who was saving for a house and felt resentful that her friends only invited her to participate in pricey activities even after they skipped out on throwing her a bridal shower and bachelorette party for her recent marriage and didn’t spend enough on her for her wedding. After the jump, she shares a few words … Keep reading »
Kelly Valen, author of The Twisted Sisterhood, has a bone to pick with women, particularly with the mob mentality that can evolve when a group of girls gets together.
She, like so many females, had a Bad Sorority Experience back in the day. A really bad one, in fact: After she lost her virginity to a fraternity pledge in what was then known as a “ledge party” — i.e., an unbeknownst-to-her public deflowering with all of his frat brothers looking on — her sisters turned against her, eventually blackballing her from the sorority house.
Decades later she ran into one of those same “sisters” at a Pet Smart one day, and was surprised to find her former sorority nemesis chasing her through the cat food aisle — “Kelly! Kelly! Is that you!?” — acting as if none of it had ever happened. Read more … Keep reading »
Female friendships can be complex and more often than not, they are. We asked 15 women from across the country to answer a question that is getting more attention recently: Do you have a hate crush on any of your female friends? The answers may surprise you. Keep reading »
Stephanie was the last person you would expect to join the Army. The absolute last person. You can ask anyone who knew her growing up and they would all say she seemed destined for the most hippie college you could think of.
We became friends through Girl Scouts and stayed best friends for years after. She was the dynamic, personable one and I was like a shy, muted version of her. Or I wished I was a muted version of her — being anything like Stephanie at all would have made me happy. Keep reading »
It was just my sister, my boyfriend and me at the tapas bar. Over Spanish food and mojitos, we were laughing and drinking. Like any night I can liberate her from small, crying children, I considered it a success. Then my boyfriend rose to head to the restroom and my sister lurched her head across the table. “I’ll make this quick,” she said her voice lowered. “I have to tell you something.” She then divulged a suburban marital drama and asked me for advice. My poor boyfriend was exiled to the bar for privacy and then deposited at home by himself. The sisters had things to discuss.
I’ve long considered my older sisters to be my closest confidantes. Heck, the three of them practically raised me. When your family is as screwed-up as mine, that’s what happens. But that night at the tapas bar was the first time I didn’t just feel like the little sister, but the friend too. Keep reading »
I have a cautionary tale for you about the perils of using instant messenger or text messaging, those convenient communication tools that make reading emotions, intent, and sarcasm difficult in our modern age. You see, it all started a year ago, when my best friend, who I’ve known since we were 4 years old, IM’d me to ask my opinion about a cropped jacket. Yes, a cropped jacket. Keep reading »
Oh, no! It’s Female Friendship Week, and I don’t have any friends! OK, that’s not entirely true. I do have girlfriends. They just live in other states. Recently, I moved, and now I don’t have anyone to pal around with. Finding new girlfriends? I guess I’ll have to work on that. Keep reading »