It started as a joke.
I said knowing where certain people are in your life is like knowing where the spiders are in your house.
It is fine as long as I can see you β I do not have to kill you, I just need to know you are not in my bed. Information is power.
But then it hit me: that was not about spiders.
I had this uncomfortable chat last night that made me think about women as a collective. About how we handle conflict, betrayal, or just⦠discomfort.
When men fall out with someone, it is usually clean.
If I were Max and you were Clive and we both knew Lisa β and Lisa was being, let us say, a treacherous ho (for the sake of argument) β we would just stop talking to her. Done. Loyalty redirected.
But when women fall out with another woman, we do not seem to cut the cord.
We leave her in the room, in the group chat, in the shared circle β right up until she burns the whole thing down.
We can talk all we want about men and their flaws, but they win one thing hands down: loyalty. To each other. Not necessarily to us.
And that makes me wonder β are women trained to fight over proximity to men (as resources and for their approval)?
Are we still living out some evolutionary fiction about a βman shortageβ?
Or is it something else entirely β something deeper about how women are taught to relate to one another?
Why do men stick together, and women so often tear each other down?
