Rose started crying and it made my heart ache – but it was aching for me more. For the soap flaking off my skin, for the skin flaking off my hands, for the message that wasn’t on my phone, from a boy who took flaking to a whole new level. I couldn’t bear it, I couldn’t feel guilt on top of everything.
I picked up my cracked phone, stepped past my crying sister and blasted out of the house, with Mum calling, “Evie? EVIE?!” behind me.
Thirty-six
“Evie!”
Lottie’s mum opened her arms for a giant hug. She smelled of herbs and I didn’t want to touch her. I stepped back instinctively and faked a cough.
“Oooh, better stay away, Ms Thomas, I’ve got a horrid cold.” I smiled sweetly and sniffed a hammy sniff.
“Oh, poor thing. Yes, your eyes do look a bit red. Do you want me to make you an echinacea tea? Amber is already upstairs. I can bring it up for you?”
“Oh, thanks, but I’m fine really.”
I smiled again, and pushed through the beaded curtain leading to the staircase. Before I stepped into Lottie’s room I took a moment to calm myself. My face didn’t look too cry-ey any more, not after I’d walked twice around the block till my sobs ran out. And my hands had stopped shaking quite so much. I needed this, I needed the girls. I needed to be normal and laugh with my friends and talk to people close to me without making them cry about how screwed up I am.
Lottie had stubble rash.
“Teddy’s fur is a bit rougher than an actual teddy bear’s?” I asked, announcing my arrival by clapping her on the back. Amber gave me a small anxious smile and made room for me on the beanbag. I didn’t want any bad feelings, so I sat right next to her and gave her a warm smile.
Lottie, however, rolled her eyes. “There are no teddy jokes left! Amber made them all before you arrived.”
I nudged her with my foot. “So…?”
Lottie whipped out a hand mirror, sighed, and rummaged on her bedside table for a tube of moisturizer. “So…I think my period of mourning for mine and Tim’s imaginary relationship is officially over.”
“And yours and Teddy’s relationship is beginning?”
She grinned. “Maybe. Anyway…what’s this I hear about you and Guy? And Ethan? Did you go completely mad last night or are you just stupid?”
I wasn’t sure if I was stupid or not yet. I was definitely completely mad – but outwardly suppressing that was working okay. He still hadn’t messaged – but then, he never said he would.
“Yeah, well, last night was sort of dramatic, I guess.” And this morning, but I wasn’t going to tell them about that.
Lottie rubbed some cream into a particularly rashy bit of her cheek. “Sort of dramatic? Getting off with two guys in one night? Even I’ve never accomplished such a feat. Were you wearing that illegal pheromone perfume I read about online, that makes all men want you?”
“Oi, rashy.” I chucked a bit of exploded beanbag at her. “Maybe it’s my natural wonderfulness, charm and sex appeal?”
Lottie checked herself in her compact again. “Or one guy’s a self-confessed sex addict and the other has some weird sadomasochistic obsession with you. Anyway, have you and Amber made up yet?”
Amber stiffened next to me. I turned slowly to her. “I, I guess.”
To my surprise, a tear slid down Amber’s cheek. “I’m sorry, Evie. Please don’t stay mad at me. I’m sorry I told you what to do about Guy. I just don’t like him but I’ll stop telling you that.” More guilt trickled into my belly and I played with my hands. Why was I making everyone cry? Was I evil? Was I one of those bitches who doesn’t realize I am a bitch? I was just trying to get a normal life together – I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. But people wouldn’t leave me alone.
“It’s okay,” I said awkwardly. “Don’t cry.”
I wanted to hug her.
BAD THOUGHT
You can’t hug her, that would mean touching her. And you’ve seen the state of her room.
I patted her lightly on the back instead and made a mental note to wash my hands as soon as I could. Lottie smiled at us.
“Well this is awkward, isn’t it? Just as well I’ve got the world’s most appropriate agenda for today’s meeting.” She stood up and rummaged in a discarded pile of clothes. “Hang on.” After a bit more rummaging she yanked out a clipboard. “Here it is. Right…” She cleared her throat. “Today’s topic of discussion for the Spinster Club is…drum roll, please… Feminism and Dating.”
Amber and I gave each other what-the-hell? looks – our first conspiratorial glances of friendship since last night. It already made things better.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Me neither,” said Amber. “This sounds like a huge excuse for you and Evelyn to share snogging stories from last night.”
Lottie pointed at her. “But this is precisely the point! You were the one who gave me the idea. You get so mad at us for moaning about boys, and so mad at Jane for hanging around Joel like a determined virus. When, actually, Evie is the one who should be most upset – they’re the ones who were best friends.” Lottie waved her hands about like a university lecturer. “There is something going on here – and I reckon it’s something to do with feminism. Because when women hate each other and judge each other’s choices, it’s usually inequality’s fault.”
“I thought women were supposed to be the victims of inequality?” I said – not quite sure where Lottie was going with this one.
“We are,” said Lottie wisely. “But we are also one of inequality’s biggest bad guys too. Our own worst enemies. Here, let me explain.” She flipped over a page of her clipboard. “Have you guys ever heard of the phrase ‘benevolent sexism’?”
“Stop it with your long words already, Miss Cambridge,” Amber said. “I do art, not linguistics.”
“I’m going to explain.”
“Make it simple.”
“Okay.” Lottie pushed a bit of hair off her face. “So we all know about blatant sexism. It’s stuff like when boys say, ‘girls should stay in the home’ or ‘you can’t play football’ or ‘you’re a dirty whore who has to let me do all this weird sex stuff on you because I watch too much porn and please don’t tell me about your thoughts because you exist only as a sex object’. That’s blatant sexism, isn’t it? It’s obvious. Okay?”
“Oooookay,” I said, smiling.
“But I was reading about this thing on my phone called ‘benevolent sexism’. It’s like Undercover Sexism, Hidden Sexism – and both boys and girls are guilty of it. The thing is we don’t think we’re being sexist when we do it, which makes it even more dangerous.”
“Sexist how?” Amber asked. “What sexist thoughts and actions do we all unknowingly do?”
“It’s how we think about the sexes that’s wrong,” Lottie said, turning another page of her clipboard. “We believe that men and women are inherently different. So, like, women are meeker and need a bit more looking after than blokes. And we’re kinder and more fragile – and that’s our biology and we can’t help it. Lots of us think that but…that’s benevolent sexism because, actually, those kinds of attitudes can really pull us down. Just say we all get high-flying jobs when we grow up. If Evie’s boss openly said in a meeting, ‘Oh, Evie, you can’t get that promotion because you’re not as smart as men.’ Well then you could sue his arse for sexism and everyone would agree with you.” Lottie took a deep breath. “But, if you were up for promotion, but the process involved being really pushy and…well, if you were too embarrassed to do that in case they thought you were ‘butch’ or a ‘bitch’ or ‘unfeminine’, so you just smiled nicely instead and then didn’t get the promotion… That’s benevolent sexism holding you back. You thought, because you’re female, you shouldn’t behave a certain ‘male’ way. See, it’s hidden! And women are just as sexist – even though it makes their lives worse.”