For sure there's also no shortage of men willing to form cartels, which are kind of the same thing in the economic sphere. And their gangs in prison may not be all that different from the cliques formed by females in normal circumstances.
That wasn't the point. This has to do with female-vs.-male responses to social situations involving competitive threats, not economic ones or the sort of situations criminals get involved in. The latter two have to do with the practical exigencies of life in business and crime, while the first has to do strictly with the social sphere as perceived by girls who are in school and not ready yet to face the real world with all of its practical, quotidian choices. If sociology and social psychology are to be real sciences, not liberal fluff, then they have to exclude politics and look at what's there without reading somebody's agenda into it.
Interesting. I've always felt weird because I am NEVER jealous, competitive, popularity seeking or suspicious of other women. If my man is gonna cheat, she's welcome to take the loser and don't bring him back! I never felt the need to get to the top by standing on someone else. If that's what it takes, I'd rather not be there
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I must confess that there is a part of me prone to all the failings you describe, but any more that part isn't allowed to slip its leash and run wild. I was completely shut out of every social group in any of my schools, shut out of my adoptive mother's life, shut out of everything, and I wanted more than anything to belong to something, somewhere -- but never did. If I had been able to crash such a group, I'd probably have ended up a supremely mean girl myself -- but I never got the chance, and those tendencies have mainly died without issue. I think. I hope.
I've spent my whole life being the weird, awkward, lonely kid, but I was always happy to find the other weird kid to bond with. I've built my own weird little family of misfits over the years.
The modeling thing was a total fluke. My parents pushed me into it because my mom wanted me to be popular. I tried to have fun with it, but in the end I just didn't have what it takes.
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The modeling thing was a total fluke. My parents pushed me into it because my mom wanted me to be popular. I tried to have fun with it, but in the end I just didn't have what it takes.
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My adoptive mother enrolled me in a modeling class when I was 15. I was able to learn the steps and turns, but it was a big fat bore. I hated it.
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