Although I found this item in the NY TIMES top news section I'm not sure if this is news, a review of a play, or social commentary?
I do my best not to find anything in the NYT ;-)
As one who interacts a lot in our local schools, I would say it is a commentary. In another world, it may be news. You don't like to think of girls being like this but it is reality to one degree or another.
HOW they accomplish these things is how the sexes differ. Women use men. Men are suckers for sex and have been used since the beginning of time by girls and women.
Women are suckers too, mostly for lies they want to hear and for security (money).
This is just p.r. for a movie and an agenda of some sorts.
Barbara Boxer is a perfect example of a vicious woman who does whatever it takes to stay in power. For her, it's all about power, status and fame. She lives for it. Lol. She started out as a humble secretary for John Burton. He was out of office because of term limits, so he talked his secretary into running...insuring her win by gerrymandering his district so that 99% of it was Democrat. All it took was crossing the San Francisco Bay SEVEN times by just a few blocks. Totally absurd. And here she is, a U.S. Senator and still a worthless piece of shit.
My 2 cents.
I cast my vote for (B).
When Mean Girls Are Not Stopped
Some of the threads here perfectly illustrate what an unrestrained mob of women looks and sounds like---ugly, mean, and irrational.
Stopped? Really, who can stop them?
Difference is, mean girls are often popular and good looking.
bttt
My mother had a motto she expected us to live by: Never be a bully. Never start a fight. But by God, if someone starts a fight with you, you'd better end it.
I hated seeing other kids being bullied by mean girls, so I made the battle my own. After I sent a few of these creatures to the nurses' office, and went a few times to the principal's office, all I had to do was indicate my displeasure and the teasing would stop.
They got their power from the pack; get them alone, slam them into a few lockers, and they cried like little babies. Heck, in most cases, all you had to do was single one out of the pack and you could grind them down to tears with just a few punches, whether their "groupies" were with them or not.
People tried to pick on me over the years. Given the fact that I was a skinny, flat-chested, tall, brainy geek with the double whammy of braces and glasses, there was plenty of the typically ammunition for them to use. What they didn't expect was years of holding my own against three rough older brothers, a very sympathetic, but lioness-type mother, and a no-nonsense father who believed in doing the right thing and standing up for yourself.
I can't say my attitude has changed over the years. I have become my mother. When teenagers start causing trouble in playgrounds, I'm the one in their faces, running them off. When other kids are being nasty to mine, I'm in their parents faces, demanding that they do something about their brat's behavior. My husband is the exact same way; he's the first to offer a helping hand, but don't mess with him or his family.