On Working With Women


Cat Fight

This piece is not meant to represent any specific person, place, or event. It’s a compilation of conversations and experiences I’ve had in many different places. I’ve written one experience here to represent many. Any similarities to specific people, places, or events is a mere coincidence.

“I can’t stand her,” she said of me. Though I was not the one who heard her. Ariana told me.
“Are you friends with Sally over there?” She pointed to the makeup counter on the other side of the department. I had to strain to see her around all of the chrome towers piled high with soaps and body scrubs.
“Who’s Sally?” I asked.
“Sally over there at that counter.”
“Obviously no. I don’t even know her name.”
“Well, she said she can’t stand you.”
“I’ve never had a conversation with her.”
“I’m just telling you so you know who your friends are.”
“OK, thanks.”
“I don’t want you getting close to her or anything.”
“I’m sure that won’t be a problem. Did she tell you that?”
“She told Marina and Marina and I were talking when we had nothing to do the other night.”
“She’s just young and bored and she wasn’t raised right.”
“She said they were standing at the registers and Sally said, “I can’t stand that Barbara Bastet* girl.” When Marina looked up you were the one standing there.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I didn’t say that to bother you or anything. I just thought you should know.”
“I got it, thanks.”
“Well, don’t get defensive.”
“I’m good. What else do you want me to say?”

Later, Marina and I had coffee.
“So you don’t like Sally, huh?”
“What? I don’t even know Sally, but I understand she doesn’t like me.”
Marina’s eyes widened. “She doesn’t like you. I’d stay away from her.”
“She doesn’t scare me. She’s half my age.”
“I know. Just don’t deal with her.”
“I’ve never had the occasion to. I’m certain it will not come up now.”

Recently, due to this election season, I’ve been thinking about the misogyny in this country. Women can be worse than men. I don’t know how men take out their aggressions on other men in the workplace. Women are vicious to one another, particularly women who are bored, hate themselves, and hate their jobs. We’re all looking for a scapegoat when we feel like shit. It feels better to dump on someone else then to take responsibility for the life we feel powerless to change.

It’s not a good feeling when somebody doesn’t like you. Sally’s comment made it even more difficult to walk through those doors everyday and face clients with screaming children or menopause, all of whom are frustrated, agitated, and looking for someone to take it out on.

I’ve said the same thing Sally said about me twice about two different people on two separate occasions. The message got back to both of them. I regret that now. They didn’t deserve it. I wish I could apologize. They’ve both left those jobs. Their positions got the better of them. Most people can’t take the suffering. They just didn’t know how to complain. I find that if you know how to do it, you can stand almost anything.

I actually had a very good upbringing. I was taught to be kind, respectful, and hardworking. But I changed after I moved out. And I grew worse when I moved to Los Angeles. I can’t explain what has happened here. It’s a rude and mean town. That seeps in. I could say that Sally’s comment is Karma, but I don’t believe in it. The people around me are unhappy. It makes for a toxic environment, one where we turn and eat each other.

Feminists talk about lifting one another up, giving each other opportunities, offering support in the workplace. I don’t know where they work, but I’ve never seen that happen. Not in the corporate world, not in restaurants, not in retail. It doesn’t matter what their education or success, I’ve never met a woman interested in helping other women. Mostly, the women I’ve met, prefer men. I think it’s just an easier transaction. They know how to get what they want from them. Men don’t usually play the same head games or get into Machiavellian schemes. At least women can’t imagine it. Machiavelli was, after all, a man.

In 2006 I moved from Philadelphia to Los Angeles. I needed to get away from a possessive boyfriend who lived in New York. I figured that by 2008 I’d have untangled myself from him. I wanted to move to New York without complications. It seemed like a good place to be a writer, meet interesting people, and put together an exciting life.

Then I met my husband one month before I was set to leave. I’d already given my notice to my landlord and was looking forward to quitting my low-paying, abusive entertainment job. But I knew, as soon as we met, I wasn’t leaving. Love is not a readily available commodity, as my mid thirties unmarried friends discovered after they’d given it up for their careers.

L.A. exhausts me. Half the time I don’t know the season. It’s 100 degrees in November. I wake up every morning and feel like I’m trapped in and endless summer job. I’m aging. The world is moving forward. And I can’t find the exit.

*All names have been changed. Barbara Bastet is a pseudonym for a makeup line.

11 thoughts on “On Working With Women

  1. Really interesting read – and so true, sadly. Women are vicious behind each others backs, whereas guys will just say whatever it is outright. Possibly. However there is one woman I know who actually takes every nuance of another person as a personal slight against her, causing herself to rile up in auto-defence mode. (i.e. hissing and spitting in indignant rage, ending in “well I don’t care, I don’t like them/him/her anyway. Its tiring and draining and people should just stfu and get on with life! Also L.A sounds awful. You need a holiday – come over here if you need cold weather, warm wit, and good wine. 🙂

    1. Thank you. That’s so sweet. I may take you up on it. That sounds amazing. Last year my husband had one of his saxophone pieces win an award in a Scottish festival. We couldn’t go, but we desperately wanted to. It was in June, I think, or maybe it was two years ago. Anyway, I’d love to come.

  2. My daughter was in girl scouts for one season. And one season only. There is a video somewhere of her badge ceremony. The girl scout leader said something along the lines of “…until next year!” My daughter looked dead-eyed, directly, into the camera, pouted, scrunched up her eyebrows and shook her little 8 year old head silently mouthing “No Way”.

    I remember the exasperated, stressed out, leader wondering aloud early on, “Why are these girls so mean to one another?” I responded, “Because they are…” I spent far too much of that long 8 months or so, redirecting conversations and trying to instill some sense of kindness and comradery in those girls. But the fact was… that they were just like the girls I grew up around: catty, bitchy, snide, manipulative, envious, and ultimately untrustworthy. There were always 3 types: the protagonist, the antagonist, and the mob. Strange that the mob, always, always, followed the antagonist, the Mean Girl.

    So, yes… I hung around boys more than I did girls, although I did always manage to find one or two ‘best friends’ that I could trust. Hanging out with boys had nothing to do with manipulating them… it just had to do with the fact that they understood that winning and losing was part of the fun…

    And yes, before we discuss misogyny of men… we need to turn the lens on ourselves and question why we follow these Mean Girls more often than not?

    1. Fascinating insight. It confirms how we just turn on each other with impunity. And the mob always follows the anger. Life is hard. We feel powerless to change it. The mean girl makes us feel powerful. And we fear being the next victim, so there’s that. I love how honest you are, not trying to find the bright side or make excuses for any of them–or even worse, correcting me because you’ve had a better experience. Thanks.

  3. Oh, I’ve been there — again and again. Being called a bitch by women who thought I thought I was better than them, because of some misperception, when in fact I was intimidated by them or hadn’t given them much thought at all because they weren’t even close to my circle of friends. I probably have done the same to others. Retail is a particularly catty environment, and cosmetics seems to nourish the cattiness. Nice piece.

    1. Thank you. Yes, it’s unending. It’s important we find one another and stick together. Support is critical. (Sorry for delay. Been in Portland for the opera.)

      1. Of course! no worries! So sweet to even think of it. It went very well! Sold out and a standing ovation on opening night. All in the midst of roiling protests. It was an intense week.

  4. I loved reading this article – so true! Women can be very callous, and they are quick to blame. In my opinion, women have, to a certain extent, created a bad reputation for themselves within the workplace. Whilst this is certainly not the case for every female, we can still learn a thing or two from men, which may stop us tying ourselves up in knots. I wrote an article on this, I’d be really interested to hear your thoughts. https://lawyerlauren.com/2017/03/08/three-cheers-for-men-on-international-womens-day/

    1. Thanks for reading and commenting! I’m not sure the onus is on women…but I’m excited to read your piece. I’ll comment more there…

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