Wednesday, February 6, 2013

“Best friend isn't a person, Danny, it's a tier.”

Tier   /ti(ə)r/ Noun A row or level of a structure, typically one of a series of rows placed one above the other and successively receding or diminishing in rank, row, line, range.

While we were watching The Mindy Project the other night Mindy said; "Best friend isn't a person, Danny, it's a tier." My best friend agreed with this statement. Where I do not.

In fact, the more I think of last night, the more I want to explode with anger. It's not that I mind my friend having other friends than me, or in this instance having an entire pyramid in her back-pocket. I just also know that there is something special in our relationship and down-playing that quality really upset me.

Its not that I mind being in a group of fabulous womyn. Its the idea that if I were to die tomorrow that someone would simply slide into my position.


I think what hurts and upsets me the most about this situation is the whole midwifery thing. I rearrange my life, and bend-over backwards to support my friend in her career-- and she has a hard career. If her kids are sick, I watch them. If I have plans, I watch them. If I'm trying to pick up extra shifts at work, I first clear it with my friend to ensure no one is due.

Now we're getting into something completely different that isn't based on the tier statement. My point is, I don't see a single member of this tier, other than myself, stepping up to the plate or doing what I do.



I am a person. I am not a fucking tier.


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