“Seriously, they chose HER to be the next director?” I thought while walking into the breakroom after learning this news. Once there, it was like being back in high school where the popular girls, my so-called friends, dissected their latest victim, not much differently from the frog we had just left displayed in the science lab. Although I knew this was wrong, I kept my mouth shut, thankful not to be the subject of their venomous remarks. I figured that teenage girls naturally outgrew this kind of catty talk only to discover that women elevated it into full-blown verbal assaults.
