Sitting all comfy in the Ballroom, a few days ago, a question pops up from one of the women at my Soft Place to Land women’s group. The rule is that we will all get a turn at answering her question.
In her late 20s and looking in a bit of pain, she asks:
Do you know why women are so catty towards one another?
I am seated to her left, so I know that I will be first one to be asked my version of the answer to her question. My mind searches, rumbles, looks in nooks and crevices - and comes up with a blank. I cannot think of an answer because the question does not resonate as reality, for me. And I feel a little funny about it, a little bummed to not have anything interesting to contribute. Out of place. So I say just that. I say that this has not been my experience, so I cannot speak about it. And I simply pass the baton to the woman to my left.
Who has much to say. As does the woman to her left. And the one next to her.
By the time the fourth woman shares her experience about this woman-to-woman cattiness, something starts to bubble up for me. As much as I feel part of this group, I am also fully aware that I am the only one not having grown up in this country. Suddenly, I remember my pain and queasiness anytime I have seen the ubiquitous “mean girl cafeteria scene” show up in a movie. The part where girls won’t let another girl sit at their lunch table. Or any version of that same idea. When I see this on a screen, I am both incredulous and sickened. Before my kids were born, I thought that maybe it was a sort of myth, that it only happened in the movies. By the time my daughter was in middle school, I understood that this was very real, even though I could not - at all - understand it.
As I sit in that circle and I open up to the idea that I really did grow up in a different culture, something lights up in my head, an idea starts to form, and before it is fully gelled, I need to share it. I want to run it past this group of women, I want to test this baby pink brand new theory, and I need their ears and hearts on it.
So I let it spill, unabridged and not quite formed. Because finally, after 30 years, this thing is beginning to make sense.
Proms. Homecomings. Cheerleading. So many opportunities for girls to be seen as popular, pretty. Or not so popular or so pretty. From what I understand, there is only one Prom Queen, right?
Suddenly, I start to glean what might be happening, what might have caused (or at the very least greatly contributed) to this phenomenon of girls not being so nice to each other: COMPETITION. It seems to me that from a very young age, American women are pegged against one another, groomed to win... something. A tiara, a guy, a title. Something. Over another girl.
It was as if the key had finally turned into the lock.
See, in France, we have none of this. No Prom, no Homecoming, no school dances, no football teams. Heck we don’t even have yearbooks or reunions. We go to school to work, and then we go home. Any social stuff that goes on after school is something we create on our own. There is no school sponsored popularity contest, and any competition that might show up will have to grow on its own.
And we sure as heck don’t have young girl beauty pageants, let alone children beauty pageants. In fact, the French Senate legally banned that option three years ago.
That’s a big, big deal.
Elated at finally making sense of something that had been a mystery to me for so long, I know that I also don’t want to fall into the “my culture is better than yours” trap. Because heck, wouldn’t that be catty? No. I don’t want to do that. And I also know that something has come out into the light of my understanding, and that I can’t put it back in the dark closet. So, how do I write about it? What’s my angle, here? How can this be helpful? It’s not as though I am going to start an anti-Prom movement...
This morning, I share my theory with my daughter on the phone. She listens. And right then, in my kitchen, “the angle” shows up! What if this was some sort of intentional ploy? I am not much of a conspiracy theorist, and my theories usually run more in the direction of thinking someone is plotting to do something really nice for me. But still. For a minute, I indulge. Stay with me. What if this was some sort of intentional ploy meant to divide women from an early age so that their united power does not take too much space when they get older? I have seen first hand - and continue to, every day - the power of women who love and respect each other. Even if they don’t always agree with each other. It’s a force to behold. We take care of each other, we make things happen in a big way. We vision, we create, we manage, we heal. Often times with joy as a propeller. That’s BIG. And that can be scary to some people. Divided, competing against one another, we are much more manageable.
Really, I don’t know whether there’s a ploy at work, here. Probably not. This is probably just something that is part of the culture, with no more agenda than that.
And yet. Yet.
What if we resisted it? Or reversed it? What if we could find a way to let go of this competitive / scarcity based way of being? What if we made a move towards remembering our sisterness, our together-power? Really, our human-ness. What if by believing that there is enough for each one of us, we were able to just be, just play, just build, grow?
Today, I invite you to take a peek at the places in your life where you may have bought into a spirit of separated-ness, of scarcity, of them-or-me. Wherever that may be. And then see if maybe this is not something that could be revisited, and possibly re-written. For more strength, more make-it-happenness, more ease, and also more fun.
I wish you a lovely rest of the day.
Island Bliss Retreat
July 12 to 19
Happiness Retreats in Italy
"Thank you for sharing your wonderful, heartbreaking, exhilarating experience with the world."
"Thank You Laura for sharing, for teaching and spreading loving kindness. "
"I think I love you. You bring good things into my life, or remind me of things I love and know, but have let go of."
"Laura, you are so good for me. I laugh and sniffle and get the shivers when I read your essays. Thanks so much for letting all your wonderfulness run around loose."
"Heart-achingly beautiful, your words and how you reveal your truth."
"Thank you so much for who you are and what you share with the world. Your mere being transforms lives as it has transformed mine. This particular post did to my heart what water does to parched soil."
"Thank you for your gentle words that are packed full of wisdom. I have been struggling with the concept of what words can do to another person when they are negative words. Your words are the flip side of our word power, and shows how delightfully powerful kind words can be. Thank you."
"Once again Laura Lavigne takes you on an adventure of the heart. She has a way of pulling you right in the car with her. Asking you to consider changing a fear to taking thoughtful action. Whether she's teaching a class, leading a retreat or heading for a happiness sprinkling, Laura will invite you to shed old ways of thinking and be completely authentic. Join in!"
"Essentially pure love.
I enjoy how Laura is kind to herself and to us other humans who dance in and out of each other's lives. "
"Don't miss an post!
You can count on Laura for warmth, humor, charm, and a lift to your day and your heart. She inspires me to be braver than I am, and to love the world out loud. She's a gem, and a generous one at that!"
I write because this is the way I am able to taste life more deeply.