I have this small addiction to Target, and by small addiction I mean that I have this crazy need to go there, every. single. day. I have this idea that it is the Disneyland of stores, because it is magic. Great now that you think I am slightly insane I will get to the point of this blog .. shall we?
Yesterday while on my daily trip I was walking around trying to get in the mood to shop for crap I really don't need, when I saw these two women approaching each other .. They did the typical "
HEYYYYYYY!! So great to see you!" (Can you hear the high pitched voice, good) One woman proceeds to look the other up and down and in the most sarcastic and so snarky tone (god I love this woman already) says "
Oh my you look amazing, have you lost weight?" and hugs this woman and wait for it
ROLLS HER EYES. (Told you I loved her). The other woman not knowing what a fake b*tch this woman really is begins telling her how she had no idea she lost weight and blah blah blah .. I stood there like a crazed stalker, I am sure mouth wide opened at what I just witnessed for myself, I mean we all experience it or do it ourselves as women, I like to call it, being a fake b*tch. We all have those people in our lives that we love to hate for whatever reason. I have a few people that I know that if I saw them in a store, on the street or walking to the pearly gates in heaven I will rather cut my own kidneys out than talk to them but when they somehow find me dodging them I can't help but give a back handed compliment and pretend I care about what is going on in their life, I can't help it, more often than not I too, am that fake b*tch. But to watch it happen to someone else was just amazing. I didn't know if I wanted to high five the snarky one or hug the other, hell for all I know they are long time rivals waiting for the day to stab each other with spoons, but either way I was fascinated.
Sometimes as women we are beautiful creatures .. loving and cuddly and all that other crap, and sometimes we are just mean, snarky, snobby, fake b*tches and I love us for that. Sometimes you just gatta let your b*tch flag fly baby. We are
ALL guilty. Even you Mother Superior, even you.
Enjoy ..
Your welcome.