It's complicated

One daughter said, “You know, with girls, it’s complicated.”

It certainly is. And I was drawn into the fight because that girl and another one had written an inflammatory comment on one of my daughter’s Harry Potter Web site. They wrote “Harry Potter is gay” or something.

Well, we all know that the gay one in the Harry Potter series is Professor Dumbledore, but I digress.

My daughter asked me to call their parents. I said tell them if they don’t stop, I’ll call their parents. That seemed to work.

I’m glad they are friends again with this girl because I like her, but I know now not to get too attached. Next week they could be on the outs again.

I remember my best friend and I fighting all the time. One time at a sleepover at my house, my friend Debbie and I had a disagreement at 1 o’clock in the morning and she went home which was across the street and down the block.

A couple days later, Debbie told me her sister said she had heard me yell out the window at 1 a.m., “Debbie, you baby!”

Another time, other kids in the neighborhood decided they were against me. Debbie said to me she was pretending to be their friend so she could spy for me. I stayed home all day because I had heard that they were going to beat me up. I don’t know what I had done to deserve such ill treatment because I was a shy, mild-mannered girl. I hadn’t even honed my dry wit yet. (See above paragraph.)

So I know firsthand that pre-teen and teen-aged girls can be mysterious and complicated. And it only gets worse.

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