In the Name of Sisterhood

Sadly I am still under the weather. I am much better than I was earlier in the week. I can at least breathe out of my nose for a couple of minutes. We are supposed to get snow in DC tonight and tomorrow. It's beautiful to see, but I have no desire to drive or be out in the weather except for maybe a snowball fight later tomorrow. However, I am teaching a continuing education class in Richmond, VA tomorrow and needed to go into the office to print out the presentation to practice over the weekend.

I got dressed, put on minimal makeup and made my way to my office. Once I got there, I wish I had not gone in. I am talking to my bestest friend in the office. Her little girl was in the ER all day yesterday. So we were chatting about what happened and how the munchkin was doing. She's one of my little monkeys!. Anyway, I am always polite in the office. Whether I like person or not, I am always professional. This particular sister, who comes in the office occassionally, walks by. In the name of sisterhood, I say, "Hey." That heffer had the nerve to look me up and down and not speak. First of all, why am I getting mean mugged at work? In my defense, I loved my outfit and got quite a few compliments on it, but I looked normal. Very little makeup. Not my usual diva look I wear to work.

I just thought maybe she didn't hear me or I was imaging things. I don't know her well. We have never had any problems before which would mean there would be no reason for hostility now. I let it go. I am in the process of printing off my presentation. Same sister is in a conversation with someone whose desk is right by the printer. Once again, she stops her conversation and looks me up and down. Now, I try my hardest not to act my color in public, but she was ten ways of me putting my foot in her ass.

I remained professional and just ignored her. It got me thinking. Why do we as women do that?  Don't get me wrong. There are so females I don't like. For instance, I work with a female who is always lying about her life. She makes up boyfriends, talks about how she is going pharmacy school, but she can't even pass community college. She doesn't take care of herself and she never has anything nice to say about anyone. I still speak to her and treat her with respect. Now when she says something stupid, I give her the "What the hell?" look.

As women in a world dominated by men, why do we not spend time building each other up as opposed to tearing each other down? If you ever watch straight men, a guy can come in with a better outfit, better haircut, or better car, and they don't give each other the evil eye. They may actually even give the guy a compliment. Gay men are kind of the same. They may talk about each other, but still come together in the end. Women, we are a different beast which is such a shame.

Women are the back bone of society. Mankind needs us! We provide warmth, strength, and comfort. We are envied by men for the way we show compassion to others. Yet, we don't always show that compassion for other females. It's really sad, and somewhat disturbing.

I can't tell all other women what to do, but I am going to do my best not to fall into the trap of woman hating. When I went out for NYE, I met a lot of different woman. Some were beautiful. Their outfits were tight. Their hair slammin'. And I gave them compliments. I enjoyed doing it. I received smiles from all of them as well as tons of thank yous. I am going to keep being the best woman I know how. I am going to  build my sisters of all races up. One day we will rule the world. Hopefully, sooner than later.

Since I am feeling somewhat better, I may go to a poetry slam tomorrow night. It's only 5 bucks. I have never been to one and it sounds like fun. I love poetry. There is nothing sexier in the world than a good poem or a beautifully written love song. I wish more men thought of poetry sexy and romantic, and not just a way to get laid. Men are so predictable. I was also invited to a get together at my neighbor's house this Saturday. He's really sweet. He's from London. His fiancee is American, and she is pregnant with their first child. He's going to have over a few of his friends and some people in the neighborhood. Maybe just maybe I will meet a would be poet!.

Trying to stay warm in this cold city

Kiwi