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There are three constants in life:
1. all mean girls and female bullies grow up to become nurses. 2. all women named Jessica are difficult & the term Karen should have been Jessica. Every woman named Karen I've met has been pleasant and lovely. 3. all women named Candice, who go by Candy as kids, grow up to be strippers. |
Oh hello, I’m a Megan and I can be friends with any Jessica. Can’t think of one I don’t like. Even Jess or Jessie. |
This. Sorry Crystals. Honestly, you all are more likely to have already separated a bit from your own mom. Maybe? Toxic relationship perhaps? I’m sure you’re lovely, but your mom isn’t the best. |
| My Jessicas have all been great. I think you have to watch out for Amber, Lindsay, and Angie. Especially in a group. |
| I agree I have trouble with Heathers. I want to be friends, but Heathers put up a wall that I can’t get past. I feel like *they* dislike *me.* |
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Cathys and Catherines are a little older but always nice.
Amy is so common they could be anything. Too much of a representation of the full population. I feel similarly about Jennifer. I’m 38, and Morgans are the young hip mom that are too cool for me. |
Rebaccas tend to be interesting. Jennifers are generally nice. Jessicas are a mixed bag. But what is going on with the Ashleys? |
Morgans’ moms might be the oldest of Gen X. |
The Ashleys are sweet and quirky, maybe a little naive but very loyal friends. Rachels are outgoing and organized. They are connectors. Emilys are bookish and reliable, tend to be humble, but can also be a bit too serious for their own good. |
This is true for Emily |
| Every woman I meet who has “joy” or “merry” in her name - and I’ve met several - is difficult. |
All the Karen's I know are incredibly sweet. Six are Asian, three are white, one a relative and one a very close friend, but none are like the stereotype. |
| I haven’t known many but the Joy and Merry I have know were both borderline personalities. Complete nut jobs. |
| How do we feel about Tammys? The two I know are both kind of crazy. One is classic borderline personality disorder and leaves a trail of destruction everywhere she goes. The other is a family member who likes to reach out to "help" but will gossip about you viciously. |
Politely I won’t add to this. But yes. In my knowledge not ‘as bad’ / to the degree you suggest. But, sorry, yes |