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Now I'd never say such a thing because it ain't true.
However, apparently a woman would say it.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2125168/Hell-Earth-room-women.html#ixzz1rDL2MEMZ
By VIRGINIA IRONSIDE
Do come... it’ll be a lunch party of 12 of my favourite friends,’ said my old school chum Susie, inviting me to her 60th birthday celebrations.
‘Ladies only,’ she emphasised. ‘No husbands allowed! John’s been given strict instructions to remain in the attic till it’s over!’
Although I am very fond of my friend and was flattered to be asked, I frantically searched my mind for an excuse.
I was going away that weekend. Could I take her out, instead, for a birthday meal a deux? I’m ashamed to admit it but I lied — that date was completely free. I would have accepted, except for the fact I absolutely loathe all-female groups — and if I had attended, my grumpy presence would have probably cast a shadow over the proceedings.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I hate women. I have dozens of female friends and I’m deeply fond of them all. But if you put a load of women together, a toxic chemical change seems to occur — one that turns them into bitchy, gossiping harpies, and produces an explosive reaction in me. And I’m not the only person to feel this way.
Viewers of TV show The Apprentice, in which contestants are regularly divided into teams by gender, frequently complain that the women’s attempts to work together descend into unedifying, shrill arguments. One of the show’s advisers, Karren Brady, has even pulled contestants up for it, telling them their in-fighting was giving women a bad name.
However, apparently a woman would say it.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2125168/Hell-Earth-room-women.html#ixzz1rDL2MEMZ
By VIRGINIA IRONSIDE
Do come... it’ll be a lunch party of 12 of my favourite friends,’ said my old school chum Susie, inviting me to her 60th birthday celebrations.
‘Ladies only,’ she emphasised. ‘No husbands allowed! John’s been given strict instructions to remain in the attic till it’s over!’
Although I am very fond of my friend and was flattered to be asked, I frantically searched my mind for an excuse.
I was going away that weekend. Could I take her out, instead, for a birthday meal a deux? I’m ashamed to admit it but I lied — that date was completely free. I would have accepted, except for the fact I absolutely loathe all-female groups — and if I had attended, my grumpy presence would have probably cast a shadow over the proceedings.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I hate women. I have dozens of female friends and I’m deeply fond of them all. But if you put a load of women together, a toxic chemical change seems to occur — one that turns them into bitchy, gossiping harpies, and produces an explosive reaction in me. And I’m not the only person to feel this way.
Viewers of TV show The Apprentice, in which contestants are regularly divided into teams by gender, frequently complain that the women’s attempts to work together descend into unedifying, shrill arguments. One of the show’s advisers, Karren Brady, has even pulled contestants up for it, telling them their in-fighting was giving women a bad name.
