A Girl's Guide to Being Friends With Girls

I apologize for the lack of column last week, I’m in the middle of both moving and hunting for a full-time job so things are a little out of control right now.

HOWEVER, the awesome Jill Filipovic has just posted an opinion piece on her Tumblr in response to a piece in the NY Post.   Jill’s rebuttal has a very, very quotable section I wanted to share with you guys.  It really seemed to hit the nail on the head:

Women who are unable (or unwilling) to cultivate and maintain female friendships are almost always terrible, and “I don’t like girls” is the reddest of red flags (pink flag: Any girl who says, “I’m a Carrie;” orange flag: Any girl who thinks it would be just awful to be the successful attorney with the sweet apartment and the super-nice boyfriend, or the owner of her own PR company with an awesome sex life). New York is full of interesting, intelligent, fun, loyal women. It’s also got tons of boring, unintelligent, flighty, shallow drama queens who date bankers and lawyers and think they’re Carrie Bradshaw — so seriously, there is someone for everyone, and those ladies tend to have friends too! It is not hard to make friends here, and I meet at least one or two or five ladies a month who make me go, “God damn, that bitch is rad.” I’ve been here for ten years and I’ve developed a lot of great friendships and a handful of truly fantastic ones. There’s a solid group of at least half a dozen ladies who I sit down with on the regular to eat food and say words. Often that food is brunch. Often there are four of us. Or two, or three. And yes, we actually talk to each other. And we actually listen. And we also go out together and have a good time. Since moving here, I’ve developed some of the strongest, most valuable friendships of my life. And I think all of my friends, close and slightly less-close, would say the same thing. Friendship! With women! In New York! It is not only possible, but if you’re not finding it, maybe consider that maybe it’s you.


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