We are competitive—or persistent as the case may be
When a woman sees something that she wants, she will go to any lengths to get it. To any lengths. If you don’t believe me, head out to the stores on Black Friday—the busiest shopping day of the year in the US. The gloves come off, the claws come out, and it’s every woman for herself. I hide at home on that day…and most of the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas. When I was a kid, Cabbage Patch Kids had just come onto the scene. I remember seeing women on the news, clawing at one another, over a baby doll. A child’s toy.
If you involve a man in the competition, watch out. I probably don’t have to go into more detail about this subject 🙂
Women also like to talk…too much. My father is the king of trash talk. When we were kids, we would play the game Sorry, and before the game was halfway over, I was usually frustrated. I remember once, I was a part of a video shoot for my church, and my pastor was talking trash “to make the scene more realistic.” Women aren’t as overt. It is usually subtle. “Your boyfriend is nice for you, but she probably wouldn’t think he’s too attractive.” Of behind your back. “Can you believe that Deneen actually thinks that…blah blah blah?”
I can’t understand why women don’t want one another to be confident, and I don’t understand why there are so many women who want one another to fail. I’m not talking female power, down with men, let’s go burn our bras here. I’m just talking about truly wanting other women to marry the greatest man on earth (for her); wanting female co-workers to get the big promotion; to lost the extra ten pounds that she’s been struggling with. But I’d be lying if I said I was imune to this. Again…this is something that is wired into us that we need to work, HARD, to break.
But competition can be used for good as well. Sure, we don’t play well together, but when we set our minds to something, nothing can stop us. I had this neighbor years ago. She and her husband moved in next door to us. The house into which they moved was a dump. A bunch of single men lived there for years upon years. She worked for a few years on the house, never settling for less than she desires, and by the time they moved, her house was one of the nicer houses on the block.
Competition isn’t always a bad thing, when used for good…
Deneen White 