Dealing with a spiritual bully got me to thinking about bullies in general.
The other week Fellow Traveler and I got an e-mail from an acquaitance we know from past barbecues and luncheon get-togethers. She invited us to a patio evening with a few friends of hers. She added that we could also bring friends -- but only if we ran their names by her. Because, she explained, some of the other women present at the parties we've been to together were a little too blue-collar; so she wanted to be sure that we only invited persons of a particular educational and occupational level.
As I read this missive, I was mentally transported back to the playground of Outer Podunk Elementary School. Our class queen bee Mean Shelley was informing me that I was not allowed to play jump rope with her and her friends. Moreover, I was instructed to stand at a defined distance away from them, lest onlookers mistake me for someone included in her circle.
Anyone who's ever been a "'tween" girl, or who has 'tween girls, knows that they can be vicious little divas. Thing is, usually they grow out of it.