Popular Girls and The People Who Dislike Them.
Apparently.    I've been thinking about this an awful lot lately. Maybe it's self-explanatory in a way, but doesn't it seem like popular people are the ones with the most enemies?

 Call it regular ol' jealousy if you will, but I find it interesting that the girls - because this seems to be happening to girls mostly - who are always surrounded by people, girls that seem to have a slew of supporters, buddies and boyfriends around them at all times are also the girls you hear people talk the most shit about.
 It doesn't seem to matter whether you are in a small town or a big city, this is a recurring theme on any scene, in any kind of company.

 Let's begin with myself, just to put things into perspective (I do have a sense of it, it just doesn't show all the time). I am not an especially popular person, nor am I exactly disliked by a lot of people. It's mostly that people don't really know who I am other than by association, which is cool. I'm not too social or outgoing and I suck at small talk so even in a smaller group of people I often remain quite anonymous. Most of the time I prefer it that way, I am an observer and I like to be left alone. Also, I currently hang out in a scene where your popularity much depends on whether you are in a band or not, and if you're not in one, what bands do you know? Whose guestlist are you on for Saturday night's show?

 I am not in a band. I am not a musician and the only guestlist I might end up on is if the one I live my life with is playing a show, and then it's because he has to put me on it, because that's what you do.

 Since people don't really know who I am or have the slightest clue as to what I'm like, I'm assuming they don't talk shit about me either. They can't call me names like "whore", since I am the faithful kind, and they can't call me a "bitch" since I pretty much don't say anything, neither good or mean. I'm guessing my stay in this city is passing unnoticed.

 There is this one girl, of whom I knew before I even moved out here, the singer and guitar player of a popular all-female band. Every show they play is packed. They sell CD's. People gather around her after shows like a sweaty cluster of giant punk-clad bees. Everyone wants to talk to her and be seen with her.

And yet, every time I hear people talk about her, nobody has anything nice to say about her. Nobody. Which is kind of a relief to me in a mean way since I got the condescending treatment she is known for on both occasions I've actually met her.
 Especially musician boys seem to have a problem with her, and yet it seems like they have all slept with her at one point or another.
 I can't figure what that says about her, but even more so, I can't figure out what it says about all these boys. And I kinda feel sorry for her since she probably thinks people like her or something.

 There's this other girl, who has a certain history of promiscuity on the scene, which is fine by me and probably fine with all the boys as long as they're in bed with her.
 We're hanging out on the patio of the punk rock bar, all boys and me, and she approaches. Line out of one of the boys' mouth:
"Speaking of snatches everyone's seen!"
 A chorus of cackling, hormone-laden boy giggle ensues.
 All the guys at the table, apparently, had seen it.
 Now...what does that say about all those boys?? If they had a problem with her having a lot of sex with a lot of guys, why did each and everyone of them have sex with her in the first place?

 My guess is, because they knew she'd put out. Weak. Go fight for someone you really want instead, and be a man about it.
 But this is all the ancient story of a girl who got called names because of her sexuality. Maybe there's a deep psychological reason for her actions, and I'm sure there are, but I'm not getting into that here.

 But it leads me on to the story of the next girl, the Girl Who Wanted My Dude. To cut a semi-long story short, she hit on him, he didn't notice because he's a guy, I went hysterical and wanted to kill her from the other side of the planet where I was at the time, she hit on him some more (Most likely just to spite me, because she seemed to be that kind of chick - "I can have your boyfriend, just watch, bitch!", you know the type), he told her to back off. Yet she was invited to our home shortly after, and at this point I guess it had become clear to her that she would not get to show her little boobies to my dude, so she took another guy into our bedroom to have sex with him there. They got brutally kicked out before penetration was achieved.

 I probably don't have to tell you that she is now considered a "whore" while the guy she was in there with walked free of namecalling. I personally don't have any friendly sentiments towards either of them whatsoever, and, although I am usually a rather passive, peaceful gal, I'd jump at the chance to pummel her. And him, if he hadn't been a lot bigger than me, of course. I never said I was courageous.

 However, the same theme recurs. I've seen her in the bar a few times, and on the sad little online communities we both pass time on, and she seems to have a lot of friends. Lots of guys. A number of girls. And yet, I have yet to hear anyone say a friendly word about her. Guys call her the WH-word, yet most of them seem to be quite willing to get in her thong. Girls call her a moron or the dreaded b-word, yet they drink with her in the bar, happily hanging out.
 I for one don't really understand why any guy would wanna be "just friends" with her since she doesn't seem awfully bright, so where's the stimulating exchange in that except for the one of bodily fluids??
It's probably just that I will never understand the way the male brain functions.

 And so I find myself in a situation where I feel strangely sorry for this my one enemy. She's young, I think to myself, she probably has issues with the father figure in her life, she needs friends. Aw.
 (I sure as hell am not going to be that friend, but still).

 And I have flashbacks to my highschool years when I didn't get laid. It was mostly my choice, I'd rather go buy records than make out with guys, but I still had crushes, big, massive teenage ones, and although they liked me, it was as a friend. They'd go and sleep with the school "whore" instead. And that kept happening long after high school was over, if you're a good (read neurotic) girl who didn't go to bed on the first night, you know what I'm talking about, you'd meet a guy, you liked him but you weren't ready to have sex with him, and even though he told you you were great, he still couldn't wait but went and put his dick in one of the loose girls. So you either became a loose girl or you didn't get laid until years after all your friends virginities were long gone.

 What I'm saying is that that was kind of the same thing going on. They said they didn't like those girls, because they were slutty, yet they'd always go with them.
 Maybe they had more respect for me than they did for those girls, but respect means nothing when all you want is for people to like you.

 Either way, I turned out to be wife material, and now I consider myself lucky. No, most people don't know who I am other than by association and I'm not what they call popular. But I don't get called names (as far as I know), except maybe "boring" and that's just fine by me. However...if I stick around, if I start a band, if people all of a sudden know my name, if I gather some scene points, if I had a bunch of people around me at all times....would that mean that everyone I knew would talk shit about me behind my back? Is that just what comes with being popular?

 Meh. I still wanna be famous. Back