OOOOOHHHHHHHH the pettiness thing.
To me is it unfreaking real how many women complain about utter b.s. while if they were born two hundred years ago would be working a farm and have their hands in the dirt.
No massages, no nail salon, no day spa, just sweat hard work and real problems.
Don't even get me started.
I've had the unique experience of being up front and center with a few real b**tch petty woman...the type of women who are rail thin and visit your table to see what you are eating...so they can talk about your calorie intake later
I try to rise above it, but will admit that when I am cornered, I will strike back.
You've just described everyday life for me . . . .