Well, here in Ontario, the week of March Break is winding to a close. None too soon for me, I can tell you that. Despite the fact that the kids were in art classes for half of each day, there was still an abundance of energy and creativity. The only natural outlet for the amount of energy and creativity that I’m talking about is for kid’s friendships to be perpetually swinging between states of war and peace. It doesn’t seem to be a big problem with Milo, but Maya and her friend next door are constant drama.
At least 3 or 4 times each afternoon, Maya and Olivia reach a point where words become as knives, glares are lasers and the screeching deafens banshees. Each girl will storm back home, vowing to never speak nor even see the other until biblical plagues again punish the Earth. As the girls pass the thresholds of their various homes they will call for their siblings to burn crosses on the highest hills to summon the clans to battle. They will demand that the priest of their various gods make sacrifices and read the omens. Yet before the entrails are even cold a door bell will ring and there will stand their rival seeking to begin the cycle anew and off they go to play Barbies, jump on the trampolines, play house or just run amok BFFs once again.
I’ve always maintained that this behaviour is a girl thing. Men just get pissed off, tell their buddies to fuck right off, perhaps throw a few punches and then realize that the whole thing is bullshit and go for a beer. Total time elapsed less than 5 minutes. Not only that, but these types of blow ups happen only once every few years. Men can’t hold grudges otherwise they’d never be able to put together a scratch hockey game on a whim.
Women are another thing altogether. I think that women operate on a model where they are constantly giving each other emotional noogies that they can cling to and nurture for the rest of time. In my office, not 20 minutes after hearing someone torn to shreds you will watch them go off shopping or for lunch together. Just like kids.
The ultimate example of women’s need to give and take at the same time is the baby shower. Under the guise of celebrating the birth of a child, women lavish gifts on the young, apprehensive mother to be and all the while compete in a terrifying game of one-up-manship as they compete to demonstrate why their pregnancy and delivery was the most difficult. I’ve seen random strangers approach pregnant women in public just to congratulate them on procreating and then to pass on why their delivery was the most horrid on record. It is so great you’re all sisters. I’d hate to be your enemy.