It was a humid evening last June when I experienced an act of true heroism.
I was attending a country concert with a couple of close friends when tragedy struck. While making my way back from the unsightly port-o-potty bathrooms that I had to force myself to use of (yet I maneuver fraternity house bathrooms with the esteem of a Ritz Carlton guest), I’d somehow managed to get my sundress wedged into the top of my hot pink, lace thong. Thrown into the chaos of any outdoor concert, I was completely unaware of my horrendous wardrobe malfunction. About fifteen minutes later a manicured hand clapped down on my shoulder from behind; “Honey, your dress is tucked into your underpants,” a woman with a cowboy hat hissed into my ear. Faster than a sale of Kylie Jenner lip kits, my dress was plucked and a red-in-the-face Katy was on her way.
This one single act of kindness from one female to another, commonly referred to as the unspoken, highly confidential “girl code,” positively saved my life (and my ass) that day.
In a world where the patriarchy is far from obsolete in many respects, it is crucial for our existence as hot-blooded females to stick together. From one uterus-bearing human to another, there is a solid list of commandments that we must abide by, for the sake of girl-kind.
THE GIRL CODE COMMANDMENTS
In the fine words of Madelaine Albright, “there is a special place in Hell for women who do not help other women.”