Bitches in the Tub

On our mini-vacation last week, Cowgrit and I spent some time in the resort jacuzzi. During one of our dips, two teenage girls “joined” us. They were probably 16 years old, but they had 40 years worth of bitch in them.

From my position in the (outside, open-air) tub, I could keep an eye on our boys playing in the big pool about 10 feet away. When the girls sat down in the tub, one of them was directly across from me. I was wearing sunglasses, so she couldn’t see my eyes, and she probably thought I was staring at her. A couple of times she looked right at me, with one eyebrow raised, as if to say, “What the hell are you looking at?” But she never actually spoke to me or Cowgrit.

A couple of times, Cowgrit and I looked at each other, and though we both had sunglasses on, and couldn’t see each other’s eyes, we both knew what we were both thinking: crazy, stupid teenagers.

The two girls were jabbering on and on and on and on about stupid teenage drama. It was funny and entertaining for a while to listen to them talk. They talked about boys, about girls, about parents, about siblings, and how all those people just made their lives so extraordinarily dramatic.

But it wasn’t long before their discussion revealed their underlying personalities. They were right bitches. They were mean and spiteful. The one who was sitting directly across from me was extremely vicious towards her mother. “Idiot” and “bitch” were two words she used several times.

And they were both just evil in their chatter about other teenagers, especially other girls. They talked about telling lies about and to other girls, telling lies about and to some boys. They were generally just nasty drama instigators.

Later, I asked Cowgrit if when she was a teenager, did she and her girlfriends talk like that. No, they didn’t. I don’t remember any of my teenage friends being mean and nasty like that, either. But then, I tended to hang out with like-minded people — people who weren’t bitches or assholes. (We might have been idiots, fools, and inexperienced clods, but weren’t bitches or assholes. Usually.)

I wonder if those girls will grow out of their attitudes. Of if they’ll end up ruining someone’s life (or lives).

It’s a damn shame. There was a couple times in listening to their chatting that I thought of saying something to them, but I realized there wasn’t anything I could say that would get through to them. At best they’d just think I was an idiot for poking in their business. At worst they might have mouthed off to me or Cowgrit, and I might have had to reach over and slap a bitch.

As badly as they needed a good slap, it wouldn’t have been good for me, in the end.

Bullgrit