I’m a girls girl. I love my girlfriends. They are incredible women – funny, smart, perceptive, trustworthy, dependable, snarky, silly. Women don’t trust other women who only seem to have guy friends and no girlfriends. How do they get through life without their girls helping them through?
Girlfriends play the bad guy when you get dumped so you can take the high road, like calling your ex “The Anti-Christ” so you don’t have to. They come from out of town to get drunk with you on your first wedding anniversary after you separate from your husband. They photoshop your face onto the female lead in promo shots with your TV Boyfriend. They take your hysterical calls about your marriage collapse at all hours while 9 months pregnant, and then with a newborn in their arms. They give you necklaces in boxes decorated with a felt heart that says “We love you” when you’re down. They leave you post-it notes all over your apartment that make you cry when they move cross country. They order custom-made boy band nesting dolls and hunt down Dylan McKay dolls for you on-line. They rescue beloved kitschy mugs from irresponsible former roomates and return them to you intact. They give you special nicknames like Blondie and Mama and Diddums.
They take your calls. They lift you up. They hold you up. They make you laugh. They make you proud. They make you crazy. They accept your wackiness and eccentricities. They give you thoughtful gifts. They keep your secrets. They support your obsessions. They love you. They lend you money. They bake you cookies. They tell you you’re great even if you don’t feel it.
I think I could probably go for the rest of my life without another boyfriend or husband but I don’t think I’d get through a week without my girlfriends.