Why do women still threaten women?

This morning I attended a beauty workshop held at the Sofitel by L'Oreal and Marie Claire. It was just one of the many activities you can take part in this week. Melbourne is the so called fashion city of Australia, but during Fashion Week, you step it up. Fashion week is when you were the stiletto ankle bootie and the black body-con dress to work instead of your old flats from Betts and your ironed shirt. It has reached a stage where women don't dress for men anymore. We dress for other women. It's as much a bonding thing as it is seeking approval.

This morning there were many women that looked amazing. But there were also a few that didn't. If you pay for a ticket to go and stand in a big room with all these other ladies during fashion week, expect a whole lot of judgement. But remember, it is the Melbourne Fashion Festival. Fashion and Judgement have always gone hand in hand, and you if dress the part, often the judgement will be something of the 'damn, girl' sort.

I don't know if it's just a fashion-lover thing, but when Fashion Week rolls around, it's a time for excitement! YES! I can wear these high wasted jeans with a pair of heels and not be looked at like I've put in too much effort. YES! I can wear bright red lipstick and no one will look at me like I'm an idiot. YES! I can rev up office-chic and go to work feeling sexy for once!

No. Well. You can do all that. And you can work down the street with your head held high and confidence oozing from every black polished nail like all women's magazines tell you to. But 90% of the women you walk past will still look you up and down and leave you with a look on their face that will burn into your brain and shoot little darts of self doubt around.

So. As the title would suggest, my question is, why do women still threaten other women? It's like anti-bloody-feminism. All the fighting and nagging and rioting and persistence to get where we are, only to stare each other down? Why not look and think, 'wow, there goes a chick in six inch heels, and she looks great'. Or, 'that girl must have got out of bed at 5am to look that good'.

Instead, those who do wear heels and put effort in get stared at in such a venomous way that it makes you wonder why they do it in the first place.

May as well go back to the ogling and the wolf whistles.