I could probably write a very long and boring yet still partially interesting novel/poem/essay on women’s intuition.  It is the force of the planet, a thing that takes you from point A to point B.  In times of years past it has been oppressed and burned at the stake.  In more recent times it has been set free, but with conditions.  We’re still working on this.

But this isn’t some sort of feminist diatribe.  This is just a reflection on the usage of woman’s intuition.  Not the kind of miracle like when you wake up at 3AM knowing that your baby is suffocating in his crib but the kind of daily, on-the-street kind of examination.

Example:  I really believe in the power of women working together instead of being torn apart like the media and pop culture society tries to do.  When I see a pretty lady I think to myself Hell the Fuck Yes you go with your Power Of the Pretty not Omahgah You Slut.  In this I stand united.  In this I stand tall with my flag waving.  Girl Power.

In other ways though I still struggle.  For example:  there is a guy that I sort of run with in vague circles with that is in a serious relationship with a very Average girl.  I look at him and my mind is blown that he could settle for such Average.  She is sweet but mind-numbingly boring.  She is a Follower not a Leader though she might try to appear otherwise (alert: woman’s intuition picking up on this fact).  She is a Copy not an Original.  My frustration and disbelief in his attachment to her has nothing to do with the fact that I fantasize about us walking with our arms interlocked down the sidewalk feeding each other ice cream (or maybe honey drenched biscuits) or that I can picture us next to a roaring fire under a blanket on a cold, bitter night with our naked skin keeping us stuck together tightly .  No, honestly I would forever be grateful if he would find another girlfriend that was even halfway cooler/more original than this chick.  Sometimes I pick them out for him and think “Hey, this gal would be a really cool fit for him.  Maybe he should break up with Average and ask this girl out.”  But alas, he and Average will probably get married and ride into the sunset.

What do we as women do when we spot truths of things that guys are so stinking oblivious to?  We live in our world not of black and white but the gray and more gray and colors that do not exist on the spectrum.  How in the world do you carry this gift/curse and use it strictly for greater good and not knife-carvingly catty bad when at times it is so easy to do such?  I know that the best path is to realize that I don’t really know everything even in the face of this intuition. I know that I should instead focus on my own business of life and not worry about the business of others no matter how much I can spot that train running downhill and off the cliff.  The good thing is that there are many good things that can be done with this intuition.  That will be my focus.  Mostly.