Confession time. I used to be one of those women who'd say that I don't like/get along with other women. Or that other women don't seem to like me. 
Which is really weird because I was raised by a single Mom in an all female household. Even the dog was a girl. Maybe because of all the ultra femme, and frankly man hating dogma I grew up with made me feel negative about my own sex. 
Maybe I was just being an asshole. Maybe, like the brilliant essay by Molly suggested I was so gripped with my own insecurities that I lashed out. 
Yeah, could be. 
Well, that was then, this is now. 
I have since put aside all that bullshite and made friends with some very awesome ladies. People who not only get me but who egg me on even though we are very different in personality. They let me be me, quirks and all. 
Cheers to all the awesome girls!