Yesterday I got a call from a friend - let's call her "A" - that made me angrier than I've been in a long time.
A is dating a new guy, and this new guy might be the guy; as in, the guy she wants to be with forever. (Let's call him "TG.") And yesterday she called me crying, because she found out that on the night before her first date with TG a mutual "friend" of theirs - a man whom she'd dated years and years ago - took it upon himself to tell TG not only about their past, but about all her past. In exhaustive, disgusting, disrespectful detail, with the express purpose of making her sound like she'd done nothing for the past decade except jump from man to man. He told stories about her that made her sound careless; not like the "kind of woman" TG should date. And so I suppose he had another purpose, as well: to use this "information" to shame her, and to make TG see her - a potential long-term partner - as something less than what she is.
To make her sound worthless.
Let's talk about the world "slut" for a second.
