| The Anatomy of a Girl Crush
If you ever try to discuss the topic of girl crushes with a man, his eyes instantly glaze over and you automatically know it's because he is hearing the 'do-wacka-wacka' of cheesy porn music in his head. Sometimes you have to clap your hands together really loudly right in front of his face just to pull him out of his catatonic state. No, it's not that kind of 'girl-on-girl action'. A girl crush is where you meet a woman whose sense of style or brilliant achievements or personal charisma makes you adore and worship her.
How it happens A key element to the girl crush is arguably the appearance of the crushee, and yet the classic girl crush is decidedly non-sexual. (Attention, male readers: Did you hear me? Turn down the 'do-wacka' music. Do I have to clap my hands again?) I think the reason that looks or style factor into the crush equation has to do with the issue of role modeling. I love Oprah Winfrey, she looked impossibly hot on her 50th birthday. On some level I feel that Oprah and Dr Pepper Schwartz are paving the way for me to be interesting and accomplished and hot at any age. Just the other day I developed a thing for a newsreader. She wore a fetching NASA blue jumpsuit, and she had her hair in a ponytail. My crush was born when she accidentally fluffed up her lines and then blushed from embarrassment. Come on, how adorable is that? If the object of your girl affection is famous, or even someone you are worshiping from afar, it must by necessity remain a crush. Webster's unabridged lists no derivation for the origin of the word 'crush', but I'm going to guess that it comes from a combination of 'crazy' and 'rush', because that's exactly what happens. Sometimes there are actual physical symptoms to a girl crush, and they are all unpleasant: sweating, trembling, heart palpitations. There is also an element of fantasy involved in these relationships, and the idea of your crush usually falls apart when you try to consider it in reality. When I tried to imagine myself with the newsreader girl, I sort of pictured us both in those cool jumpsuits fluffing up our lines together, but I couldn't really work out a reason why I'd be with her, or where I'd get my jumpsuit, and I started to realise how silly my girl crush was becoming. When your girl crush does not involve a notable or famous person, it can often mellow into a friendship, and that is the best.
Parting Ways I have never once heard of male friends 'breaking up'. They might have a big fistfight, but at least they maintain the dignity to let a friendship that is over just fade away. Women, on the other hand, usually turn it into a melodrama, one that often culminates in the ever-popular email tell-off. Jan Yager, author of Friendshifts: The Power of Friendship and How It Shapes Our Lives, advises against this: 'Email has made it too easy to express thoughts and feelings that once you hit 'send' you may regret.' I had a friend named Ruth, who I once would have described as my best friend. Ruth was a professional mentor I had a girl crush on, who then became an actual friend. I admired both her giant brain and the coppery red hair that fell in perfect ringlets to cover it. I had never cared for her controlling, perpetually unemployed husband, but since I also had a controlling, perpetually unemployed husband, I didn't give it much thought at the time. When I left my marriage, she was the only friend I had that was against it, and that was the beginning of the end. I should have seen that the friendship was partly based on us both having unhappy personal lives. When I got into a new, healthy relationship, she couldn't bear to be around me. She had told me when I divorced, 'I don't want to hear all your little stories of dating. Save that for your other girlfriends.' Apparently if I wasn't going to stay unhappily married, as she was, I was to keep quiet about my new life. My personal happiness, which every other significant person in my life had celebrated, was keenly painful to her. So, she 'broke up' with me. Oddly, it was more painful than my divorce, but maybe because I had seen the divorce coming. It ended with an email from her, in all caps, telling me to `STAY AWAY FROM OUR HOUSE!!!!' It was the email equivalent of screaming, and it was so unlike Ruth that it shocked me.
Keeping girl crushes in check And never send a break-up email that's in all caps, ever. Unless you're - I don't know - 12.
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