Compared to male bonding, female bonding can be pretty impoverished. Our conversations are usually humorless, and not playful. Non-related women generally are fiercely, brutally competitive. I don't think it's a coincidence I prefer male friends. Women seem to have the closest relationships with relatives; those who have children will never think of me as a good candidate for a close friendship. There is a lot less reason to compete with a relative — in fact, competition would be damaging for the family.

Girls seem to be smarter than boys verbally — until they pretty much retard in puberty. Before feminism, women used to compete with each other over who gets the better husband, now they also compete with other women over money, and with men over everything. They know that solidarity among women does not exist, and thanks to feminism, they believe men are as hateful against them as other women are.

If you have a best friend, more gentle and silly talk is possible, but after puberty, I find this extremely rare. You may have noticed that the vast majority of encounters with people we had that made us fall in love with someone were with men, and I suspect that's because women don't learn to use humor effectively.

Most women do not love "The Godfather" because they are blind to all the unspoken stuff. Because female conversation is so untouched by humor and smartness, and because language is women's primary weapon against the world, they have problems filling in the blanks.

The unstated content is always full of dangerous, mean and ugly traps — not an opportunity for bonding, but the stuff that will have you brooding for days once you are out of a situation and you start thinking about all the clever put downs you couldn't come up in the heat of the battle.

Until my retreat, whenever a woman payed me a compliment, I always wondered what she was criticising me for (unless context ruled out that this could actually not be anything but a compliment).

You should have heard the painful attempts at conversation I had with Hannah; she was unable to catch a single ball I threw for her without turning it into weapon against me. Funny, only now I am understanding that she is not an East Village person; she never went through the boot camp here — mastering the art of starting a conversation with absolutely everybody.

There are some upper-classy bitches who would be capable of funnier, sophisticated talk, but usually they will be so starved they specialize in putting down women who do not live up to their standards, and not in a way that allows manipulating the situation by using humor. I like old masculine Jewish women precisely because of the combination of smarts and humor this type offers; I also like old feminine Black women, who seem to be very much like Sorbian grandmas.

So, I think my future is that of a Sorbian Jewish Black fag hag