The Anger Of A Woman

There's been three different inspirations for this post: 1) A spoken word discussion by Henry Rollins, whom I love love love, 2) The most recent episode(s) of The Real Housewives of New Jersey, and 3) My own experience.

Rollins once spoke of the purity of a woman's anger. I can't remember the whole story, nor can I link anywhere where you can hear it, but the gist was this: A woman's fury is pure, eternal, and fatal. I think he joked about seeing globes hanging from a woman's windshield in her car, and the woman driving saying that those globes were so-and-so's ovaries.

Yeah.

Watching both episodes of the big fight on Real Housewives, I thought about how the men witnessing them reacted. To wit, they really didn't. I think that when men watch women crawl in and get ready for war, they know better than to try to interfere. This could be because it's hot to watch women fight, or because they know much better than to even try to cool the situation. If I had to guess, I'd say both are equally true. But know this, men: DO NOT INTERFERE. It won't end well for you.

Yeah.

There are women in the world that I don't like. Period, full stop. About 99% of them I can manage, forgive, ignore, whatever. Yet there's maybe five women still alive whom I have no interest in knowing. At least two come from my high school years. While I'm twenty years older, and at least five years more wise, I don't want to forgive their (perceived) slights, nor am I considering "getting over it". It is what it is, and honestly, folks, there's a good chance that I dislike them because they remind me of me. That's fine. I get the message. But no. I can live with dislike.

(Wanna know what bothers me? That those women may not remember me, or if they do, remember from where the animosity arises.)