This was actually learned yesterday:
Women are 1000 times more vicious than men.
Men's violence towards another man is straight forward, no hidden meanings no nothing, just punch, fight, and possibly befrend afterwards.
But with my wife and her friends......
Now I am not trying to judge or stereotype women in a negative light but from my observations and all here is what went down.
My wife's group of friends is sizable. At most at my house would be 12 women in my den chatting like it was nothing. Thats cool. They are nice.
But yesterday...
Sunday, my wife decided to host her friends wedding/baby shower. But due to things happening, and for some reason that I cannot fathom, the depth of the love of the goddess of luck has for my wifes social group, Monday was chosen. I had the day off, as I let my mouth at work get me in trouble. No I am not officially written up, but I told the jackass who keeps stealing all of the food I bring to share to run some laps around the buildings. This was insensitive of me (Honestly IDGAFF) because the interns don't get breaks like us salaried folks, so I once a week bring in breakfast and order lunch for the office. (Management has graciously allowed me access to a company card, since its easier to door dash, saving time and money wasted on late return to work.) This fat bastard took two of the five boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts to his office, denying the interns their share. I was pissed. So I called him out on it at lunch. Thus I was suspended from work for a day to reflect on my actions. HR laughed, but told me to not do that again, so I told them I will be charging anyone who takes a box of doughnuts who isn't A. pregnant, or B. bringing it to the intern pool for the cost of the box. Because breakfast is on my dime, not the company's. An hour later a memo went out from the dungeons of HR stating that food brought in from outside is to be shared, and if there is any left overs then they are open game. Boss was okay. He told me that I was kind of a dick for it, and I said I did not care. I worked at the company for fifteen years, and that I knew how the interns felt, having started as one. He said that it was a noble thought, but sometimes nobility is not a good thing.
Anyways, I was home when this party was taking place. The air was jovial and everyone was having fun, until I meandered in from the garage, because I am dumb. I believe there are places men should never intrude upon. One is a women only party. and also getting in the middle of women fighting, it never ends well for the guy. The problem with this is, the den is connected to the garage, and the door from the garage going into the kitchen is blocked by my son's crap. I told him to clean it, and I get the standard "Im on it, dad." So instead of walking around the house, I went into the den. Because fuck it, its my warm rock on the Serengeti. I was aggravated at this point because of all the fucking cars on my lawn, and I was hot from planting more Mulberry trees. No one really noticed me, or if they did, they were boss at ignoring me. But me however.....
I am not a fighter. I detest the thought of hurting people needlessly. I can and will defend myself, but I am not one for just fighting for no reason. But the undercurrent of the room felt like pure murder and violence. I do not pretend to understand women. What I know can fill a pamphlet, what I don't will fill volumes. But I genuinely felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever felt, and I was inches from being hit by a van at a bus stop before. This was a primal terror, like I was a cute forest bunny and the forest was filled to the brim with predators. They were talking and laughing, and having fun, but I swear, it felt like a ball room blitz was forming. I could not shake that feeling, even when I drove to Tommy's house to get my chainsaw back. I returned and the pressure was pouring out of the house even to the driveway. I mean for the three and a half hours the party was going on, after my first time going in, I refused to go inside any more. It was an hour after they left that I would use my own restroom again.
I asked my wife to explain to me why it felt horrible in there, and all she said was "Its a woman's thing." and left it at that.
My only question is WTF?
I know a small rudimentary amount of the group dynamics, I do pay attention to my wife, even if she rambles. Who likes who, who is mad at who, etc. But this was so far out of bounds for a normal social group that I am genuinely concerned for my wife's safety in it.
Am I wrong to be worried, or should I just mind my own business and clean my wrenches? Any advice or wisdom would be appreciated.