I just got back today - last night late really - from being up in Tahoe to ski the freshens. There were four of us who went up to try to beat the storm, and we did. There were two girls, two boys (to the degree I count as a boy). One of the girls was an old friend of mine, who I went to HS with and we have been skiing for over 35 years together, the other was a union sister who I've been working with for five or so years now. They could not be further apart. One, from what counts as old money here, whose family owns one of the oldest wineries in the Sonoma Valley, a graduate of Stanford, University of Chicago and Boalt Hall at the University of California in Berkeley in law. The other, 25, from a poor family, who was on the tour bus at 19 (as hard a life as any girl can have) and one of the top stagehands I have ever known. Despite being stuck together in the backseat of a Subaru Outback for more than five hours they didn't seem to bond very well. There was no "we are girls" deal going on.
When we got to Tahoe, and got to the tekla family cabin (a house really) we lost power within the first hour. For two days, as ten feet of snow fell, and winds hit 70+ mph on the valley floor, and over 140+ mph up on the high peeks, we had no power. But we have a fireplace, and a gas stove, so we ate well and were warm (3 season sleeping bags help). And, of course with no electronic amusement we kind of had to amuse ourselves. So we played cards, cooked, even shoot some skeet in a break between fronts (in the US we don't play with toy guns, we have real ones). And gradually they warmed to each other.
Perhaps it was the sense that we were in it together. Perhaps it was Ivy showing Maria (are all Italian girls named Marie or Maria?) how to work the Ipod her kids gave her for xmas. Perhaps it was Maria's most excellent cooking (and a case of her families' best product). But there was no 'instant bonding' as woman. Perhaps its different in the UK.
The skiing was good - as good as I've ever had, but the older I get, the more I love it. Real powder in the Sierra is as rare as water in the Sahara, so that was nice. And Ivy and Ed went off on their boards, Maria and me on our skis, and we met a few times a day for a wine break, and for lunch (cell phones are the best ski accessory since the invention of the glove). And on the third day, the two girls, one on a board, one on skis went off together for the afternoon (Ed took off with some babe he met, and I skied the trees because only I'm that crazy). But it took five days for that to happen. There was nothing instant about it. Sharing a set of genitals is not some alpha and omega deal that crosses all other borders, all other boundaries, or any other class, education, upbringing, career, or values deal. Not at all.
And I talked with them - in fact we all talked about it one night over a few bottles of Blanc de Noir, because I could read the posts here on the Iphone, but not respond to them. So the difference in genders, and in gender perception is a good topic when everyone gets to the In Vino Veritas point. And that was a most revealing (as most such conversations are) evening.
But, oddly enough I think it was the skeet. Which is sort of a guy deal. After all, I've been shooting since I was a kid, and Ed's dad was a general in the US Army, so no stranger to firearms is he. But Maria's dad - because its such an idle rich rural deal, was a three times national skeet champion, and she is awesome (98% type good). Ivy, being a vegan hippie type had never held a gun in her life before that afternoon. It was Maria teaching Ivy to shoot that really brought them together, not the fact that they both have periods.
As for: "its more ethinically, and religiously diverse than your clultural United states of america" ... your kidding right? There are neighborhoods in NYC and LA, or Miami that are more diverse than anywhere else in the world.