the consequences of being a “girls girl”

Why we try and get women to preform sisterhood with each other and how it aides in our oppression.

A few weeks ago me and my friend were chatting in our cars on campus. When we parted we embraced each other, with my face buried in her shoulder I told her that I’d love her and miss her. As I drove off she yelled out her car window that I’m perfect and she can’t wait to see me again. I drove away with a warm heart.

Looking in on the interaction you’d li…