Girls Only

The gavel came down, and court was in session. The hen house's doors were shut, and no one was safe. Passing judgement is the inevitable right of women with life experience. The topic of conversation was the same as always...these girls in their twenties are nincompoops. Pardon my French. The declarations of moronic behavior were concise and direct. Everyone was aware of whom was spoken. Diagnosis took place without a hiccup. Everyone gave their two-cents worth. With a panel of experts like these, it was an efficient meeting of the minds.


"She is getting married too young. She doesn't know what she wants."


"She is so materialistic! She breaks up with this great guy, and then changes her mind only when he flashes the bling."


"She needs to stop having babies. She is just a baby herself. She gonna have regrets."


"Why doesn't she just finish her education. The longer she waits; the harder it is to finish."



"God! What are these girls thinking!"





It is obvious that when you leave this decade of foolishness, your hindsight is 20/20. You are qualified to let "them" have it. You have a better view, and can see what is up ahead. You should be given a medal for your ability to predict the future, after all, life has lifted the veil. That is why these "Feminine Mystique" summits occur. It is a charitable act on the part of Eve's race to impart to these girls the wisdom of womanhood...if they would only listen.