Ah, girl on girl rage. The infamous, wordless, “I don’t really like you, you don’t really like me, but we will pretend to get along for the sake of the poor clueless men” vibe that some women have with one another. I am definitely a guys girl, I like to hang out, watch and play sports, but I’m also the rare breed that has to look gorgeous and girly while doing so. Typically, I don’t get along with many girls, despite my best efforts, but I’ll ‘fake it til I make it’…that is, make it far far away from that beyotch. I kid, I kid, but not really.

In professional life, I see this more and more and it sucks. I usually give everyone the benefit of the doubt, which once upon a time in my mean girls days I definitely did not. I’m not sure if it is me or what, but I’ll often grow to despise other women when the women to men ratio gets off skew. In a time where we should band together, I’m mentally pushing those broads overboard…but why?

My day 8 focuses on empowering other women, on trying to like them even when they put the claws out, and in being the bigger person if I come to an impasse, which is often inevitable. Putting aside the harsh feelings or the jealousy, but keeping in mind there can only be one queen in the castle (me of course!) I move onward, hand in perfectly manicured hand, with only one rule: on Wednesdays, we wear pink.