I’ve often been called a “guy’s gal.” This is usually – I think– meant as a compliment. There are some stereotypically masculine pursuits that I do enjoy and which often lead me to rattling around in the boys’ club house. For example, I LOVE football. I’ve followed the Dolphins since 1972 and, as many of you know, I am a somewhat crazed FSU fan – GO NOLES! I can fish, tell jokes (yes, especially dirty ones), and have been known to go shot for shot with the gentlemen at the bar. I have yet to reach “broad” status; but I’m working on it. Call me a broad-in-waiting.
However, as I’ve gotten older, and a wee bit wiser [read: subject for debate], it’s my gal pals that I dearly appreciate and cherish. Please don’t get me wrong: I do like the boys, I truly do. Nevertheless, it’s my gal pals that I have come to love with all my heart and soul. Up here in the middle-aged cheap seats, most of my best pals are my gal pals.
Friday, March 8 was International Women’s Day . This day to celebrate women has me thinking about our relationships with each other. It’s a travesty the way female relationships are often portrayed on reality TV. I personally boycott any show where a woman stabs another woman in the back … or throws a punch! My fear is that a whole generation of younger women who watch this trash believe that this is an acceptable way for women to treat each other – WRONG!
There are so many things about gal pals that I appreciate; it’s difficult to narrow my rationale down to just a few highlights. But, in no particular order, here are some of the reasons why I love and need my gal pals every day:
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