<p>A lot of thoughts from a kid who inspired more than her share of jealousy:</p>
<p>-the athletic stuff works against girls. For guys, being an athlete can bring social accceptance where none existed before; for girls, it’s the nail in the coffin. This does diminish as she gets older.</p>
<p>Personal experience: I was a track runner in high school. I had an odd stride (run mostly on the middle of my feet/toes), but was varsity from Day 1 because I was strong enough to sprint and had the endurance to keep up the pace through several miles. That did NOT make me popular among my teammates (who didn’t like the new girl who displaced them), nor my peers. The crap diminished end of soph year when I became very integral to the team’s success. By senior year, no one hassled me - my classmates were more proud of me. Some of it’s maturity.</p>
<p>-Yes, parents should refrain from bragging about their kids. It’s also good to be really supportive of the other kids - “Oh, Karen had a great race last week; she’s really matured as a runner. It’s such a difference between this year and last - incredible to watch the kids grow up. She’s now a force to be reckoned with.” </p>
<p>-Do NOT be afraid to tell your daughter to stand up for herself. A fair amount of my friends got picked on in high school, and most of them regret not standing up for themselves. Years later, it’s all swell that my classmates finally think of me as the nice, sweet, smart girl, but I frankly hate their guts. (The teasing got to the point where some teachers noticed it, noticed that it was worse for me than for almost any other student, and expressed concern to my friends. It got so bad that I wanted to kill myself, because I could not live like that and could not imagine my life changing.) But there’s a difference between “nice” (i.e. too spineless to express an opinion that doesn’t make people happy) and genuine caring and compassion. Encourage the latter; discourage the former.</p>
<p>Tell your D to take the poster to her next track practice. Address the team (or likely offending individuals) and give them what-for. (Give her the same advice that you would give a son. Trust me - it breaks the girl drama cycle.) She should stand up to them, coach watching, point to the poster, and say, “This is NOT team spirit. Our team does well because we all encourage each other and push each other. We will succeed when we work together to do well, not cater to insecure drama queens. I don’t kill myself running races because it’s fun to be half-dead at the end; I do it so that I can help us win. If I have the ability to run 5:30 splits and don’t do it to coddle your fragile little egos, I’m letting the team down. You want teamwork? Try talking to me as an adult and having a conversation with me about how I can be a better teammate and cut the passive-aggressive pathetic whining.” (It’s late at night, but this is a fair approximation of a rant.)</p>
<p>-Yeah, the “nice” girls are often the worst. I’ve had “nice” girls do some pretty lousy things to me… and I’ve learned that I have to play nice with them, because, if I don’t, I’m the big bad tough girl whose picking on Miss “I’m so Sweet and Defenseless.” It’s the epitome of “Survival of those who Pretend to be the Weakest” </p>
<p>Funny thing was, I learned this the hard way the first time. Second time, different girl, drama issue of Miss Minister’s Daughter steals my boyfriend whom she met through me at my party. I called her up, got the scoop, yelled at him, using her info, was sweet to her, and never said a bad thing about her. Just said that the guy was a skeeze. </p>
<p>As much as I’m not a fan of playing nice, there’s no alternative with the sacchirine girls.</p>