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 Girlfriends – who needs ’em?! (Naturally boys do, we wouldn’t dream of depriving them of our meek, lovely, perennially loving existence) but I’m talking about girls having girlfriends. With the exception of someone you’ve known for years and years (and even then…) we’re just not engineered to be ‘Sex and the City’ bonhomie.
If Carrie Bradshaw and her lot were real, they wouldn’t have got past Series 1! It would have been much more Lucy Pollard “Miranda told Samantha that Charlotte called her a slut for sleeping with a man she didn’t know and Samantha replied that it was just because Charlotte was jealous that she was still having hot sex and Charlotte had settled for her bald Jewish boyfriend which everyone knew was a relationship doomed to failure because you can’t change yourself for a man; all the woman-empowerment books says so, and then Carrie swore she would never talk to Miranda again for trying to get off with Aidan down the Nag’s Head last Friday…” Why, then, do we still feel the need to confide in them?
We want to hear your stories of the perfect best-girlfriend, or the most shocking betrayal you ever suffered at the hands of a now-ex bezzie mate.
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