Do us chicks have a head of the henhouse in our little groups we choose for ourselves?
This question came through when listening to a local radio channel interview that mentioned this premise.
The thought permeated through enough of my morning fog to actually cull it into my own experience. I realized that there very well could be said ‘lead’. The elongated amount of time it took for me to come to this conclusion also gave me insights into my own social group typology.
I am a massive introvert. I mean I need ad nauseam hours in order to offset the social interactions of the daily exchanges, never mind a group of women chatting and stuffing my ears with myriad cotton balls of benign content. Let’s be clear when I say this — I am a champion of women and love the bonds that have been solidified over the decades. However, there seems to be an inverse relation regarding individuals and the sum of its parts when meeting as a whole. This 100% could be me as an introvert — almost salivating in the interest in taking these social moments to hear the intricacies of my lovely friends experiences and not caring for carrying on about whatever reality series that has become a source of bonding.
This mindset was silently triggered on my drive home while listening to aforementioned…
