Listening to this song by the Weather Station and thinking a great deal about female friendship lately. 

"Also last night, the possibility of belonging to a girl gang, a group of women passing the Bechdel test in real time, bonding intimately over art, work, life, mothering (each other, children), ideas, the world, rather than over respective relationships with men and men's money. Ashleigh and Mary seemed to violently adopt me, and suddenly we were all yelling in each other's faces about writing music, and I was part of a posse of women strong and interested in each other. Ashleigh without her glasses in a dinosaur printed dress, Mary wearing a bra and a piece of lace fabric tied in a halter. And I was part of them, denim shirt, red lipstick." (July 21)