“I’m Not Like The Other Girls”: Women Share Their Cringeworthy Attempts To Be Different
Growing up is super complex, with girlhood being an especially complicated stage in most women's lives. After all, there’s a lot to learn and navigate, and women—like men—go through awkward phases, too.
Everyone has their quirks, but these young women tried a little too hard to stand out from the crowd—with facepalm-worthy results. So, get ready for all the feels as Redditors bravely share their most cringey “I’m not like other girls”
moments.
1. She Had To Face The Music
I think the most embarrassing thing I can recall doing occurred when my friend made the nice gesture of showing me a song she thought I would like, because I was ALWAYS going on about liking techno music instead of pop. My response still makes me facepalm to this day. I listened for a few seconds, scoffed, and then frowned.
“Remind me to show you some REAL music,” I smugly told her. What I showed her later was the competition music from Nintendogs. By opening up my DS and entering a competition.
2. A Change Of Heart
Ever since I was young, I’ve loved gaming and anime. I would absolutely hate other girls because of how insecure I was. I would call any girl who was pretty and had the same interests as me an attention seeker because I was jealous.
This was mostly during my teen years. I also laughed at other girls with my ex-boyfriend and his friends when we were 15 or 16 and called them hussies and attention seekers.
All my Facebook statuses were literally just about bringing other girls and women down. Then one disturbing incident changed me. I had a guy friend who I was really close to—we were in the same classes—and one day, a new girl joined us. Apparently, he knew her from before and said that she falsely accused him of harassment.
I immediately hated her so much, and I 100% believed him. We would always talk about her behind her back. She was a bit of an outsider, but she honestly treated me nicely. One day I was sitting with some other girls from class, and she was there as well. We asked her why she hated my guy friend. I was absolutely ready to go hard on her, but then she told us what happened...detail by detail.
I remember her shaking and almost crying as she spoke. I will never forget that. I don’t know why, but I just felt her pain, and I knew she was telling the truth. Slowly, I became more of her friend and less of his.
This happened almost 10 years ago, and I’m still friends with her. I haven’t talked to that guy in years, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t changed much.
Also, I’m 100% a feminist now. I am ashamed of how I was, but I will never deny it. I’m glad I changed, and I try my best to help other young women now.
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3. She Got Called Out
In high school, 2016, I had a girl convince me that I was “basic” because I listened to whatever was on the radio and knew the songs. I have four sisters, so of course, I did—they didn’t like my music.
Well, one day, I caught this girl listening to a certain band, and I asked her, “Oh, what are you listening to?” She answered, “Oh, you wouldn’t know them—they’re VERY MUCH not your taste.”
But I don’t have a specific taste in music. So, I asked her to share the details, and she just kept telling me I didn’t know them and that she was going to their summertime concert—clearly just to appease the metalhead boys in our choir. I said, “Oh really? Where’s the concert?” She replied, “Oh, it’s in New York!” Uh-huh. I then decided to reveal the truth.
I told her: “Oh really? My dad never scheduled a concert there.” Her heart visibly dropped as soon as she pieced two and two together. I have the same last name as the drummer. The band is local. It’s my dad’s band.
I cringed so hard writing this because I can just remember her trying to convince me I didn’t know my dad.
4. Actually, She Harley Rides
A girl I occasionally used to hang out with liked to pretend that she was some sort of bad girl biker. She'd talk about riding every chance she got, show people pictures, and she’d even dress the part.
So, I would always hit her up when I was going riding to see if she wanted to come along; it gets old being the only woman around.
But she'd always have an excuse not to come, like claiming that we shouldn’t ride if it had rained that week, and so forth. She would also always give me heck about getting on a real bike: I ride a Honda CRB1000RR, and she had an 883 Sportster. One day, I finally realized the truth. It was when she complained to me that she only got "her baby" out three times that year.
Like, woman—you base your entire identity on something you only do three times a year?
