reply to post by Zagari
I think it was Einstein who said "Things should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler.".
Although relationship dynamics between different combinations of people are, in no way, as deeply interesting nor as complicated as atomic physics,
relativity, or any of the other things that Einstein busied himself with, this simple phrase still applies here, as much as it does anywhere.
The reason I say that, it that this study appears to have made things simpler than they really ought to be. The truth of the matter is, friendship,
whether between a male and a male, a male and a female, or a female and a female, is a matter of significant complexity (although not as much as the
previously mentioned variations of physics). For a start, the over generalisations make the conclusions of this research somewhat vague in some
respects, and utterly inaccurate in others.
For example, there is a great difference between what I would call a friendship, and the sort of casual connections described in the male segment of
the conclusion. People I consider friends, are those who have stood by me during difficulty, and by whom I have stood when they have been in times of
strife. These are people with whom I would trust my life, and I would hope they would do the same with me. They are family to me. I know as much about
those I call friends, as it is possible to know about anyone, without actually being in their heads. We have lived in each others lives, been
intrinsic to one anothers mental health, and these are serious, and deep relationships, each with their own wonderful characteristics.
There is love between us, whether we are talking about male and male friendships, or male and female friendships. The love may be of the platonic
variety, but love it remains. It is the love between family, between survivors, between comrades, between brothers and sisters, connections forged in
strange circumstances, which has its own deeply valuable quality.
To take the conclusions of the research at face value, I feel, is to misunderstand the nature of true friendship. I have seen gaggles of females, and
bands of roving males, drinking with the same groups in bars, over the course of many years, and they are operating, in many cases, a massive charade.
They present a supposedly character appropriate facade, while keeping their true natures hidden. The Queen Bee, exuding feminine confidence through
the application of a skirt of impossible shortness, and a bitchy expression plastered upon her face, to impress her friends, who secretly fears male
attention due to an incident that she has never discussed in her past. The male pack leader, who scans the crowd with a wolfish smile, ostensibly
hunting prey for his friends, but harbours secret guilt and confusion over his desire to bed the men he drinks with. These are not friendships that
these people are operating. They are lies, lies which make the lives of those who tell them, easier to cope with in the short term, while the lies
pile up in the corner of their minds, waiting to destroy them later on.
No friendship can be said to exist in such a twisted climate, because a friendship is like any serious relationship. It requires trust, honestly,
openness, and the ability to love another human being selflessly, and without condition. Real friends discuss their issues, share their secrets, heal
one anothers wounds, both literally and figuratively speaking, and are never vindictive toward one another. Personally speaking, there is not a single
person whose name appears in my phone book, for whom I would even hesitate to fight, kill, and die. That is friendship. Anything else is too empty and
vacuous to qualify, or waste the time on.