Blogger’s Note: I recognize that men can participate in this type of behavior too. But this ain’t about them today.
As many of you know I am in a sorority. And I love being a part of an organization of women that are invested in community service and social change. And since I have no sisters, many of my sorority sisters are INDEED the sisters I never had. My wedding party consisted of women who were all my sorors. There are a LOT of things to love about my sorors. There are also some things I really dislike. And it seems to be inherent in when you get women together and that is the mean girl syndrome.
Like many people who have similar interests, there is an internal closed group that I participate in with my sorors and we discuss things relevant to the sorority as well as general interest topics. There was a particular topic that related to what a soror had posted on her FB page and whether it was appropriate or not. For the record, I didn’t really find it appropriate, in light of the topic we were discussing but what I thought isn’t germane to my point. The thread very quickly descended into somewhat petty commentary and opinion. Some people who knew the soror in question in real life came to her defense and a few people had the good sense to contact the young lady directly but no one gave the her the chance to defend herself. When she finally did come back online, it turns out that she was on VACATION and was unable to get to a computer to address what was being said about her. She wasn’t really bothered by the comments fortunately, but a lot of other folks were. Sometimes we aren’t always so sisterly.
I’m not mentioning this particular scenario to put my sorors on blast. I’m mentioning it because it this happens in the workplace, it happens in church groups, it happens in other professional organizations too. Women sometimes gang up on each other for no apparent reason other than they can. It’s like an adult version of antics most people would think had been left back in high school.
I fully admit I’ve been guilty of a catty remark or a mean comment typed in haste. But more and more I find myself taking a pause for the cause before I press the enter button and sometimes when I am tempted to get in the last word, sometimes I just erase whatever I was going to type and keep it moving on to something else.
I hope that means I’m growing up. A least a little bit.