Do I love anything better than someone asking an inane question? Yes, I do.
Author shall remain anonymous (for her own protection) asks: “”Why are women catty (towards other women)?” Naturally, as one is, as are her commentators, she is the shining exception to the rule.
If there is one thing that drives me up the wall and towards one of my pieces of driftwood to stifle screams of exasperation it’s GENERALIZATIONS. Neither do I have any idea what ‘catty’ means. Presumably what is a man’s sarcasm is a woman’s cattiness. Look, woman, don’t give yourself and your gender a bad name.
Funny thing is, and please forgive me for making a noise resembling a snort: Never ever has a woman been more catty towards me than the person in question. In fact, so catty, she can’t bear any of my comments. Deleted without so much as going for the jugular. Well, Sweetheart, I have to hand it to you: You know when you are beaten.
Hugs and kisses,