Skip to main content

Here We Grow...again...

I feel like I've written about this so many times, but if the issue continues to rear its ugly head, I'll keep swatting at it. Yesterday, my little peanut told some girls at school had been mean to her. Ughhhhh...can you envision my head erupting and lava pouring down my body onto the kitchen floor? Cause that's pretty much what happens when my kids tell me someone was mean to them.

Now, these particular transgressions were mild. Passive-aggressive. Nothing outright mean. Also, let's consider that this tiny kitten is my virtual clone, and one of my biggest shortcomings is reading stuff into what people say and do. It is possible she is overreacting.

Here are the facts: No one was blatantly mean to her, but there was undercover, shady mean stuff. She picks up on that nonsense though, and it's my job to help her navigate through these issues no matter how big or small because they're all big to her.

More facts: For the life of me, I do not understand this bullshit any better having dealt with it for more than 40 years than I did when I was her age. My girlfriend said we should write a book about it. Sure, I could write a book about how annoying and stupid and hurtful and damaging it is, but could I offer any insight about how to make it less so? I don't know.

But today I saw an eagle at the lake, and that encouraged me to be courageous and stretch beyond my limits and pull together some advice people have given me, and I've given my girls over the years re: mean girls. Maybe something helpful will emerge.

Facts about Mean Girls
1. They are sneaky and sometimes snarky.
2. They bully people--overtly or covertly.
3. They are often jealous and insecure.
4. They sometimes grow up to be mean women who spawn the next generation of mean girls.
5. They probably just want love and acceptance and have a twisted way of seeking it.

Once you break them down into little pieces, it's easier to find tactics to deal with them. And it's fun to break mean people into little pieces. My mother's advice re: mean girls? Just ignore them. I used to tell my girls the same thing. Just ignore them. I never could though. And last night, after hashing through this stuff with my itty bitty girl, I realized that ignoring isn't always a valid coping mechanism. We had to come up with something better.

Here's what we threw together:

1. Be kind. You don't have to be everyone's friend, but it feels better to be kind even when someone is mean to you. People who feel loved on the inside don't treat others unkindly, so when a person treats you badly, it's probably because she feels bad on the inside.

2. Don't play with people who are mean. One of your "friends" always insists that you play the game she chooses. That's okay. Play with someone else. But all your friends are playing with her? Make new friends. You don't have to fight about it, simply remove yourself from the situation.

3. Speak up. The last thing passive-aggressive meanies want is for their behavior to be called out. "It's not kind to whisper about people." "I don't want to play with you because you are bossy to me and our other friends." "It's mean when you threaten not to be my friend or to tell on me just because I don't want to play this game." This works for all ages with minor modifications. Try it. It's empowering. And it's almost as fun as breaking mean people into little pieces :)

4. My favorite advice is from my Queen Mother Maya: When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. I'm not saying that people can't change, but when someone is mean to you, pay attention. When you see a "friend" being mean to someone else, remember, tomorrow that someone could be you. Notice the person who gossips about everyone. What does she say about you when you aren't around? Watch how people treat waitresses, fast food employees, bank tellers...people they believe to be...inferior. Trust me. It tells you a lot about a person. How do people act when they think no one's looking? I can tell you with absolute certainty: The same people who were mean to me 20, 30, 40 years ago are still mean to me today. Even the ones who smile and hug me.

5. Finally, give people grace. Mean girls included. You don't have to hang out with them, be their friend or even speak to them. But we don't know what's going on in someone's life that makes them act the way they do. We don't have to try to understand or figure them out. We don't have to read into their actions. We can give them grace...freely...and maybe from a safe distance.

At this point, I've cut all the mean girls and people and even a few cats--cause some of them are just assholes--out of my life. I'm no longer trying to make people like me. I'm not interested in being the homecoming queen. And I have zero energy to give people who don't bring joy to me and to our family.

Fortunately I am extravagantly blessed and grateful to be surrounded by smart, kind, compassionate people who love me for who I am while challenging me to learn and grow. And I'm trying my damnedest to be kind, compassionate, loving and forgiving while raising 3--or 2, is Chloe raised? gulp--people who will be the good...the change I want to see in the world.

And you know what? It's working. My big girl excelled through three years at a women's college. She met amazing people who encouraged and inspired, believed in, challenged, taught and learned with her. She didn't have hardly any mean girl nonsense. It's a slow process, but it's working.


  1. Listen to your uncle, small fry, shiv those miserable cunts. Once you stab one of them, word'll get around that nobody fucks with Lil the Thrill. If you need, I'll bring you a shank at Thanksgiving. Until then, you can sharpen a toothbrush and it'll get through the metal detectors.

    1. Dear Lily, listen to Uncle Swanny...he is brilliant!!!

  2. It's not overthinking - it's awesome and I love what you are doing here - my sister died from bullying and you have helped me heal.

    1. I am so very sorry about your sister. Thank you so much for your kind encouragement!


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Did I Love Him Enough?

I just started reading a new book. It's called Weight Loss for People Who Feel Too Much by Colette Baron-Reid, who I discovered on my current favorite podcast: This is Fifty With Sheri and Nancy. It is blowing my mind and showing me that some of the extra pounds I'm carrying don't even belong to me. Seriously. This is yours, this is his, this is hers, and oh wait, THAT? That belongs to a person who isn't even part of my life anymore! Great. Take your shit back.

More on that later. But, listen to the podcast. Seriously, you will love it!

Anyway, while in this super zen, grown-up, boundary-setting, higher self head space, I need to tackle an issue I've been avoiding for about 18 years but really strongly avoiding for the last 6 months. My son is growing up. He graduates from high school on Sunday, and in a few months, he's moving to Columbus to attend THE Ohio State University.

Can I tell you a secret? I used to LOVE everything about THE Ohio State University, bu…

Why Didn't I Report It?

When I was 17, I went with friends to a party at a boy's house from another school. I drank too much and passed out. I don't remember much about the incident, but I woke up with my friend screaming at a boy, pulling me up and dragging me to the car. She told me that she came looking for me and found me passed out. The boy had his penis in my face. I don't remember it. Thankfully.

I never told my parents who would have said, "How stupid could you be? You shouldn't have put yourself in that position." They would not have said, "No one should put his penis in your face without your consent."

A few months ago, I saw a picture of that boy on social media. He's a man now. With a beautiful family. He probably doesn't remember that night. I wondered: What might have happened if my friend didn't walk in and tell him to get his dick out of my face? Were there were other girls whose friends didn't come looking for them? Did they ever tell anyone…

Red Lipstick and Leopard Shoes

A month or so ago my friend and LOBL partner Melissa shared about a few of her favorite things. I loved this post because:
 1) The Sound of Music is one of my all-time favorite movies.
 2) Thinking about your favorite things is a huge mood booster.

In counseling, my therapist walked me through exercises to find a safe calm place inside my mind to go when feeling overwhelmed. The goal is to find peace, comfort, belonging, acceptance, worthiness, etc. within us so we don't need to chase it down from others. I always go to my favorite place: a beautiful little island near Key Largo we visit with our best friends. The first time we went was a magical experience: Dolphins played around the boat splashing in the aquamarine water, and I squealed, "This can't be real!" I tried to capture every single detail so I could go back there in my mind over and over. Any time someone asks me where I want to go, it's here. Always here.

I often write about these things, my favorite…