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The Concept of The Frenemy
by Megan Crane

I was suspended somewhere at 35,000 feet, on a flight from New York to Los Angeles, when I decided that I wanted to divorce all my friends.

I didn’t arrive at this decision lightly. The fact was, I loved my friends. I just kind of wanted to kill them all with my bare hands.

The feeling passed (perhaps it was brought on by the in-flight entertainment, or stale pretzels) but I revisited it many times as I set about writing my third book. The concept of the frenemy was something I had thought about quite a lot over the years. While I imagine men must have them too, I’m not so sure they have the kind of frenemy women do.

My friends (yes, the ones I occasionally wanted to legally separate from, because I enjoy complicated relationships) and I had so much experience with various versions of this phenomenon that we gave our frenemies a name long before we heard the term “frenemy” on Sex & the City: that girl.

That girl was the one who, when you were young and didn’t know any better, you admired ferociously with that specific female-only blend of anger and envy. Because really it wasn’t about whether or not you liked her. You hated her. You wanted to be her. Usually all at the same time.

As you grew older, you realized that the very traits that made her that girl were the traits you identified in women you would never be close to the moment you met them. These women, simply, violated the Girl Code. Maybe they were overly-familiar with someone else’s partner. Or they seemed unable to perform even the most basic steps of female intimacy rituals.

A normal woman might say, “he’s a complete loser” or “what are you talking about, you look hipless in those jeans.” That girl was more likely to say things like, “he’s not your type at all, he’s all about the perfect girl, you know, who dresses well and is a size four” or “the thing about style is that not everyone looks good in the trendiest things.”

(Just let them sink in. Ouch, right?)

Some other that girl tells: They hung out exclusively with men and were conversant on the latest sports statistics and couldn’t believe other girls were so annoying about the sports thing. They failed to understand—or worse, refused to understand—about shoes. They maintained that PMS was a fairy tale and said things like it’s all in your head or chocolate is such a myth, you should try a three-mile run . Meanwhile, when it suited them, they could become so helpless and afraid and trembling that they could scarcely make it up a flight of three stairs without the assistance of a big, strong, preferably handsome male.

Men, naturally, failed to see the atrocities committed by such women.

“That girl is so cool,” they would say. “She’s just like one of the guys.”

Or, “I don’t know why you can’t be nicer to her, she’s just lonely and insecure.”

Yeah, right. About as lonely and insecure as, say, Angelina Jolie.

I thought the very least I could do, as a sort of penance for secretly wishing to divorce my friends, was to write a book that uncovered the perfidy of that girl. Which I did, only to make a startling realization. We were all that girl to the women who dislike us. And I suspect that many of us have been a frenemy, too. More often than any of us would like to admit.

Copyright © 2007 by Megan Crane

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