I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
August 10, 2005
I met a friend at the library today for Children’s Story Time and spent an entire hour afterward standing and talking to her in the lobby. Actually, talking is the wrong word for it. What we were really doing was bitching.
We bitched about everything and I do mean everything. We started out bitching about our mutal friend’s jerk husband, then bitched about the bitchy moms in our former play group before proceeding to bitch about how another friend’s playgroup was disbanded because of too much bitching. After that, we bitched about the potential for bitching in our new play group, which starts up next month.
Of course, bitching tends to increase exponentially, so it wasn’t long before we’d moved on to Family. We bitched about our mothers and I bitched about my dad. I bitched about my brother and my friend bitched about being an only child. My family being more prone to dramatic and staggering acts of cruel symbolism than hers, I launched into a bitching soliloquoy detailing the wheres and whens and whys and hows of all the rotten things that they’d ever done to me. My excellent friend listened sympathetically and bitched back when she could get a bitch in edgewise, but after two weeks with the in-laws and a third week nursing a salmonella-stricken 12-year-old back to health, I was in rare form. I kid you not, I needed a milk crate to bitch atop, for my bitchin’ attracted a small crowd of folks who pretended to be standing around, but were so obviously listening. And let’s face it, artful and impassioned bitching is something we’ll all make a fake cell phone call to hear.
Out of breath and a little sweaty, I realized I had done enough bitching for one day. I sheepishly bid my friend a fond farewell and hoped I hadn’t scared her out of showing up to meet me the next week. I felt a little guilty about exposing her and her baby to prolonged bitching, but what are friends for, right? I felt purged and clean and ready to find something new to bitch about.
Besides, that’s what women do, when it comes right down to it.
We bitch.
Men bond by hunting and watching/playing/discussing sports together. Women bond by bitching. Friends and enemies are determined by the astoundingly simple Bitching Test. If you can agree on things to bitch about, you likely have found a great friend. If, on the other hand, you find yourself bitching about the very woman you’re bitching to, well, danger Will Robinson.
Tonight, I wrote my friend an e-mail, thanking her for letting me go on a bitching spree. I was even inspired by her kindness to call another friend of mine and listen to her bitch for a good 30 minutes about her upcoming Move to Another State.
Because one good bitch deserves another.
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>LOL! Great post! How true you are, how true you are! In fact, when you go back and read our blogs, isn’t that what they are really? Bitches bitchin? HA!
>I thought about that! My favorite blogs are written by people who are extraordinarily good at bitchin (like you, for example!). I read these blogs and think, “I bitch about that very same thing all the time! We are kindred bitchers!”
>If I bitch that much, then I have nothing to write on my blog. hahhahaha
>Yeah, well you’re a guy, so go figure.
>That was great – truly made me laugh.
>Thanks for some truly bitchin’ words on bitchin’!
>Been there, Been there- done that!- what a great post- it is so right on! I really enjoy your blog-thank you
>how hilarious! So true, and I don’t know that I’ve ever admitted it before. My favorite blogs are definitely bitches I can relate to with my own bitchin. Or at least, bitchiness. Even if they are just telling a story, but in the story they are acting like a total bitch, I can relate. In fact, I de-linked a couple people recently because their blogs were irritatingly perky and (gasp!) optimistic. I mean, you definitely need some of that, but not EVERY SINGLE POST. Gah.