Lipshtick
Chapter OneThe Blunder Years
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.
-- Laurie Kuslansky
A girl would be one lost soul without her girlfriends.An astronaut severed from the mother ship, yin without yang, an Oreo without the middle.Girlfriends are the elevated, the wise, the Good Humor truck on a hot summer day.We are bonded together like protons and electrons -- nothing short of a nuclear blast could split us apart.We are together, we are one, we are sistahs.
Your girlfriend is your priest, your sounding board, and your fashion consultant all in one.She is almighty and all forgiving.She will watch you drown in a gallon of Rocky Road and happily grab a spoon.In the harsh reality of the morning light, she'll know just where to take you shopping for clothes without seams.At 50 percent off, no less.She is your mother without the guilt, your sister without the competition, your therapist without the bill.She is sustenance itself, and without her life is a vast pool of emptiness.
I heard a story the other day that exemplifies this perfectly -- everything there is to k ... read full excerpt from: Lipshtick ebook
