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chapter one 
the hidden culture of 
aggression in girls
The Linden School campus is nestled behind a web of sports fields 
that seem to hold at bay the bustling city in which it resides. On Monday 
morning in the Upper School building, students congregated languidly, 
catching up on the weekend, while others sat knees-to-chest 
on the floor, flipping through three-ring binders, cramming for tests. 
The students were dressed in styles that ran the gamut from trendy 
to what can only be described, at this age, as defiant. Watching them, 
it is easy to forget this school is one of the best in the region, its students 
anything but superficial. This is what I came to love about Linden: 
it celebrates academic rigor and the diversity of its students in 
equal parts. Over the course of a day with eight groups of ninth 
graders, I began each meeting with the same question: “What are 
some of the differences between the ways guys and girls are mean?” 
  From periods one through eight, I heard the same responses. 
Girls can turn on you for anything,” said one. “Girls whisper,” said 
another. “They glare at you.” With growing certainty, they fired out 
answers: 
  “Girls are secretive.” 
  “They destroy you from the inside.” 
  “Girls are manipulative.” 
  “There’s an aspect of evil in girls that there isn’t in boys.” 
  “Girls target you where they know you’re weakest.” 
  “Girls do a lot behind each other’s backs.” 
  “Girls plan and premeditate.” 
  “With guys you know where you stand.” 
  “I feel a lot safer with guys.” 
  In bold, matter-of-fact voices, girls described themselves to me as 
disloyal, untrustworthy, and sneaky. They claimed girls use intimacy 
to manipulate and overpower others. They said girls are fake, using 
each other to move up the social hierarchy. They described girls as 
unforgiving and crafty, lying in wait for a moment of revenge that 
will catch the unwitting target off guard and, with an almost savage 
eye-for-an-eye mentality, “make her feel the way I felt.” 
  The girls’ stories about their conflicts were casual and at times 
filled with self-hatred. In almost every group session I held, someone 
volunteered her wish to have been born a boy because boys can 
“fight and have it be over with.” 
  Girls tell stories of their anger in a culture that does not define 
their behaviors as aggression. As a result, their narratives are filled 
with destructive myths about the inherent duplicity of females. As 
poet and essayist Adrienne Rich notes,4 “We have been depicted as 
generally whimsical, deceitful, subtle, vacillating.” 
  Since the dawn of time, women and girls have been portrayed 
as jealous and underhanded, prone to betrayal, disobedience, and secrecy. 
Lacking a public identity or language, girls’ nonphysical aggression 
is called “catty,” “crafty,” “evil,” and “cunning.” Rarely the 
object of research or critical thought, this behavior is seen as a natural 
phase in girls’ development. As a result, schools write off girls’ 
conflicts as a rite of passage, as simply “what girls do.” 
  What would it mean to name girls’ aggression? Why have myths 
and stereotypes served us so well and so long? 
  Aggression is a powerful barometer of our social values. According 
to sociologist Anne Campbell, attitudes toward aggression crys- 
tallize sex roles, or the idea that we expect certain responsibilities to 
be assumed by males and females because of their sex.5 Riot grrls and 
women’s soccer notwithstanding, Western society still expects boys 
to become family providers and protectors, and girls to be nurturers 
and mothers. Aggression is the hallmark of masculinity; it enables 
men to control their environment and livelihoods. For better or for 
worse, boys enjoy total access to the rough and tumble. The link 
begins early: the popularity of boys is in large part determined by 
their willingness to play rough. They get peers’ respect for athletic 
prowess, resisting authority, and acting tough, troublesome, dominating, 
cool, and confident. 
  On the other side of the aisle, females are expected to mature into 
caregivers, a role deeply at odds with aggression. Consider the ideal 
of the “good mother”: She provides unconditional love and care for 
her family, whose health and daily supervision are her primary objectives. 
Her daughters are expected to be “sugar and spice and everything 
nice.” They are to be sweet, caring, precious, and tender. 
  “Good girls” have friends, and lots of them. As nine-year-old 
Noura told psychologists Lyn Mikel Brown and Carol Gilligan, perfect 
girls have “perfect relationships.”6 These girls are caretakers in 
training. They “never have any fights . . . and they are always together. 
. . . Like never arguing, like ‘Oh yeah, I totally agree with 
you.’” In depressing relationships, Noura added, “someone is really 
jealous and starts being really mean. . . . [It’s] where two really good 
friends break up.” 
  A “good girl,” journalist Peggy Orenstein observes in Schoolgirls, 
is “nice before she is anything else—before she is vigorous, bright, 
even before she is honest.” She described the “perfect girl” as 
the girl who has no bad thoughts or feelings, the kind of person 
everyone wants to be with. . . . [She is] the girl who speaks quietly, 
calmly, who is always nice and kind, never mean or bossy. . . . She 
reminds young women to silence themselves rather than speak 
their true feelings, which they come to consider “stupid,” “selfish,” 
“rude,” or just plain irrelevant.7 
“Good girls,” then, are expected not to experience anger. Aggression 
endangers relationships, imperiling a girl’s ability to be caring 
and “nice.” Aggression undermines who girls have been raised to 
become. 
  Calling the anger of girls by its name would therefore challenge 
the most basic assumptions we make about “good girls.” It would 
also reveal what the culture does not entitle them to by defining 
what nice really means: Not aggressive. Not angry. Not in conflict. 
  Research confirms that parents and teachers discourage the emergence 
of physical and direct aggression in girls early on while the 
skirmishing of boys is either encouraged or shrugged off.8 In one example, 
a 1999 University of Michigan study found that girls were 
told to be quiet, speak softly, or use a “nicer” voice about three times 
more often than boys, even though the boys were louder. By the 
time they are of school age, peers solidify the fault lines on the playground, 
creating social groups that value niceness in girls and toughness 
in boys. 
  The culture derides aggression in girls as unfeminine, a trend explored 
in chapter four. “Bitch,” “lesbian,” “frigid,” and “manly” are 
just a few of the names an assertive girl hears. Each epithet points out 
the violation of her prescribed role as a caregiver: the bitch likes and 
is liked by no one; the lesbian loves not a man or children but another 
woman; the frigid woman is cold, unable to respond sexually; 
and the manly woman is too hard to love or be loved. 
  Girls, meanwhile, are acutely aware of the culture’s double standard. 
They are not fooled into believing this is the so-called postfeminist 
age, the girl power victory lap. The rules are different for 
boys, and girls know it. Flagrant displays of aggression are punished 
with social rejection. 
  At Sackler Day School, I was eating lunch with sixth graders during 
recess, talking about how teachers expected them to behave at 
school. Ashley, silver-rimmed glasses snug on her tiny nose, looked 
very serious as she raised her hand. 
  “They expect us to act like girls back in the 1800s!” she said indignantly. 
Everyone cracked up. 
  “What do you mean?” I asked. 
  “Well, sometimes they’re like, you have to respect each other, and 
treat other people how you want to be treated. But that’s not how 
life is. Everyone can be mean sometimes and they’re not even realizing 
it. They expect that you’re going to be so nice to everyone and 
you’ll be so cool. Be nice to everyone!” she mimicked, her suddenly 
loud voice betraying something more than sarcasm. 
  “But it’s not true,” Nicole said. The room is quiet. 
  “Anyone else?” I asked. 
  “They expect you to be perfect. You’re nice. When boys do bad 
stuff, they all know they’re going to do bad stuff. When girls do it, 
they yell at them,” Dina said. 
  “Teachers think that girls should be really nice and sharing and not 
get in any fights. They think it’s worse than it really is,” Shira added. 
  “They expect you to be perfect angels and then sometimes we 
don’t want to be considered a perfect angel,” Laura noted. 
  “The teacher says if you do something good, you’ll get something 
good back, and then she makes you feel like you really should be,” 
Ashley continued. “I try not to be mean to my sister or my mom and 
dad, and I wake up the next day and I just do it naturally. I’m not an 
angel! I try to be focused on it, but then I wake up the next day and 
I’m cranky.” 
  In Ridgewood, I listened to sixth graders muse about what teachers 
expect from girls. Heather raised her hand. 
  “They just don’t . . .” She stopped. No one picked up the slack. 
  “Finish the sentence,” I urged. 
  “They expect you to be nice like them, like they supposedly are, 
but . . .” 
  “But what?” 
  “We’re not.” 
  “I don’t go around being like goody-goody,” said Tammy. 
  “What does goody-goody mean?” I asked. 
  “You’re supposed to be sitting like this”—Tammy crossed her 
legs and folded her hands primly over her knees—”the whole time.” 
  “And be nice—and don’t talk during class,” said Torie. 
  “Do you always feel nice?” I asked. 
  “No!” several of them exclaimed. 
  “So what happens?” 
  “It’s like you just—the bad part controls over your body,” 
Tammy said. “You want to be nice and you want to be bad at the 
same time, and the bad part gets to you. You think”—she contorted 
her face and gritted her teeth—”I have to be nice.” 
  “You just want to tell them to shut up! You just feel like pushing 
them out of the way and throwing them on the ground!” said Brittney. 
“I wanted to do it like five hundred times last year to this girl. If 
I didn’t push her, I just walked off and tried to stay calm.”